Journal Entry 385
Ermicel has chosen a few people. I have visited all of the men and women that he has picked, and told them that they are the chosen ones for this journey. They are the definition of a rag-tag team of adventurers, but they have spirit. I have given them the bare details: they will be traveling through a strange, frozen land, to fight a battle against an evil more unbearable than any of them could ever imagine. As for the cold, I don’t think I’ve gotten the message through that it is COLD. VERY cold. They probably won’t dress warmly enough. It’s alright. We’ll send them to Cilimen, he’ll supply them with the necessities. And for the evil, these people are our last hope. The evil has hit The Barrier, and it’s cracking even as I write this. Tremors are striking The Tame as a result. Morale is low. If The Barrier breaks, not only will the evil swallow the rest of the good people in the plane, but it will reach the temple, and it will spread like a plague, unhindered and unstoppable, through all of the planes of existence and non-existence. The chosen ones MUST defeat the evil. All hope for existence is lost if they fail.