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Entry Three

Fishing is nice, it’s a calming thing to do. I spent a bit of time fishing what I could, getting a few nice items. Though I should have expected myself not to be content with fishing forever. I was restless, the need to do something more settling inside me. I couldn’t stay within the confines of swamp town, and at this time I still barely knew the people I was with. So I made the incredibly stupid decision to take half of my fish and just, go. I decided to head south since the North seemed full of snow and ice and at least there was ocean down south. This exploration isn’t just for the thrills. I hoped to find trees other than oak and spruce to bring back, to make the homes built seem more lively. I did find Birch and harvested some trees. On my adventure I raided a sunken ship and followed a map to a buried treasure. It was below some ice, but I cleared a large hole and went in. Slowly I uncovered the chest, periodically going up for air. On one of the trips down I was sure I had enough time to go back up, but I was wrong. All at once my lungs filled with water and in no time at all I was gone from that life. I woke up within the Swamp Town Community Center. This death was different from my first death, from before the Death Magic took root in our souls. The golden scales on my skin became a bit more tarnished and cracks of Obsidian began to run through the larger patches and my wings. I took a glance at myself in the ice and saw my left eye was a bright purple, so different from my normal darker purple. I hate it. As soon as I was done looking myself over I took enough iron for a sword and shield and some fish to eat before heading back out. I needed to get my stuff back for one, and I hadn’t gotten nearly enough trees to bring home. With a boat I easily made it back and reclaimed my items, as well as opening the buried treasure and collecting those items as well. I kept pushing forwards, unwilling to stop. I was not afraid of death, no more so than when I had arrived in this strange area. I will return home with trees for my new acquaintances.

#ydyd obsidian #aevus writes #aevus arts #Diary of an End Nomad #DoaEN #I suck at backgrounds but fuck it we ball #I speed finished this after the ydydo finale #I plan to do a piece for every death I suffered #the total is like 9/10 #so uh......#I have signed a death warrant /j #ethera kaeri draconis #< that is the name of my mcsona/oc #I'm going to miss you YDYDO #Till next year hopefully #I made the wings and tail mini for the sake of my mental health

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Entry One

I followed the magic trail that had been sitting in my gut ever since my scales and wings turned gold and found a hoard of strange pillars on the ice. They were made of a single obsidian block at the base and four gleaming gold blocks. I was tied to one, it was floating above some of the others, what that tire was I didn’t yet know. I saw two budding communities there, the first settled on the shores of the iced over lake, the other was in a swamp just off the ice. I lingered around those in the snow, before gravitating towards those in the swamp. The people were, nice. I learned a bit more about them and the towers I had been drawn to. They are the amounts of lives we have, each block was equal to one life. We had a bit before the Magic settled and Death stacked, enough for those the towers belonged to to gather and settle. I decided to stay within Swamp Town. After getting some rudimentary tools I ventured into the mines that the others had already started. It led to a large cave that was split in half by an underwater lake. I brought some torches and lit what I could, mining what my stone pick would allow. When I was finally finished for the time, hunger clawing at my throat, I managed to kill a spider or two, gathering enough string for a fishing rod. Though my escapades left me low on health and with too much hunger to regenerate. One of the Swamp Towners offered me a mercy death while the Magic was still loose. I accepted. I came back among the towers, thankfully Swamptown was a quick jog away. It was weird seeing my own grave, my face staring back at me from a tombstone. I shrugged it off and broke the tombstone, my items coming back to me. I used my string and some sticks from the community chests to make a fishing rod, from there I fished, cooking my fish intermittently so that the rest of Swamp Town had some food while the farm was being made. It was peaceful. I enjoyed sitting on the dock the others made and gathering fish for the group. I ended up with a bow that had both Mending and Power IV, it was good.

#ydyd obsidian #aevus writes #Do i plan to have one of these for each session?#Yup #I might not upload each one #But view this as a sneak peak #basically an in lore look at session one from my character #Diary of an End Nomad #DoaEN