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Absalom Darkbane
Archdruid
- Joined
- Jun 24, 2020
- Location
- Florida
Journal of Absalom Darkbane
Entry 1: Inaugural Thoughts
Today marks the beginning of this journal, a place for me to jot down whatever thoughts, ideas, or observations come to mind. The purpose is simple: to capture the fleeting whims that cross my path, whether they be of use or not. This is not a place for grand tales or deep reflections—just a collection of random musings as they occur.
For instance, during my walk today, a rather persistent breeze seemed to follow me, carrying with it whispers from the trees. I couldn't help but wonder if there's any truth to the idea that nature has secrets, or if the wind was simply playing tricks on my mind. It's something worth pondering, though I expect it won't lead to any grand revelations.
I also found myself contemplating the life of a snail. Why do they carry their homes with them? Do they ever wish for faster travel? These are the kinds of questions that will likely fill these pages—curiosities that may never be answered, but are interesting to consider nonetheless.
Finally, a note on today's potion experiment: I added stardust to a concoction, which promptly turned into a blob of goo. Not exactly what I intended, but I'll keep it around. It might prove useful for something unexpected.
This journal is for moments like these—small, random, and perhaps inconsequential. But they are mine, and now they have a place to live.
Absalom Darkbane
Entry 1: Inaugural Thoughts
Today marks the beginning of this journal, a place for me to jot down whatever thoughts, ideas, or observations come to mind. The purpose is simple: to capture the fleeting whims that cross my path, whether they be of use or not. This is not a place for grand tales or deep reflections—just a collection of random musings as they occur.
For instance, during my walk today, a rather persistent breeze seemed to follow me, carrying with it whispers from the trees. I couldn't help but wonder if there's any truth to the idea that nature has secrets, or if the wind was simply playing tricks on my mind. It's something worth pondering, though I expect it won't lead to any grand revelations.
I also found myself contemplating the life of a snail. Why do they carry their homes with them? Do they ever wish for faster travel? These are the kinds of questions that will likely fill these pages—curiosities that may never be answered, but are interesting to consider nonetheless.
Finally, a note on today's potion experiment: I added stardust to a concoction, which promptly turned into a blob of goo. Not exactly what I intended, but I'll keep it around. It might prove useful for something unexpected.
This journal is for moments like these—small, random, and perhaps inconsequential. But they are mine, and now they have a place to live.
Absalom Darkbane