The Lore of Adept Daria of the Mist

In order to tell you who I am I must first tell you where I’ve been. To do that I must first fill the pipe I have carved from one of the horns adorning my head. This will require pulling from deepest parts of my mind inaccessible otherwise.

I embarked on this journey after consuming the fungal sacrament of Magus Jezebel of the Hills. She prepared the mushroom and I then ingested. Afterward Magus Jezebel instructed that I lay on the floor of her cabin. I felt my stomach twist and then poof- I was traveling outside of this realm, time insignificant.

I found myself in a large field. There were farmers all around; some retired and some not. I ignored them and focused on something smaller but at the time didn’t seem so. I focused in on the minutiae and in doing so I realized that we are all connected, each serving a purpose of equal magnitude. All of us magnificent, our faults meaningless. Love abounds and at our most base we are still love distilled.

It was right at this moment of realization that one of the farmers approached and stated “You do not belong here”. Immediately I was whisked back to the cabin of Magus Jezebel where I was still laying on the ground with a damp cloth upon my forehead. Magus Jezebel looked deeply into my eyes and faintly smiled.

Through this journey I found that I no longer feared death but perhaps more importantly that I no longer feared life as well. I will journey fourth with an empathy and understanding until now unfathomable. My magic grows.

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