Pages recovered from the abandoned journal of the Illuminator Uveas Kastelan. The journal was magically protected, tessellating away when opened. The Witch Hunter investigating was severely injured in the process, losing their hand to the forbidden magic affecting the journal, but managed to tear a few of the ending pages out before the entire item was lost. The Witch Hunter in question has since been treated for the loss of limb.
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The transfer is complete, but not as smoothly as I’d like. Everything went as planned to a point- the criminal was in the place I expected and the first exchange happened smoothly, but as I was preparing for the second exchange a Witch Hunter interrupted the process. Neither criminal nor accomplice deserved the compassion I afforded them, but still I healed the wounds of the swap to leave them healthy.
With one exchange between the two I have removed the tessellating eyes of the Illuminator, though now have quite a striking heterochromia. To note as well is the new eyes, incompatible with each other and my magic, seem to be staining the skin. I hope that I don’t find myself looking too sinister after it settles, I would rather not have to settle for glamours.
-2-
I am often considered quite separate from others, despite my open arms and doors I rarely do as other Illuminators do and settle in a safe place to build a fortress. But I have been graced with the gift of an apprentice, who sought me out to learn the trade of a healing magician. Nausikaa is a tenacious and enthusiastic student, even from the short time she has spent with me so far. I had never considered myself one to find excitement in teaching, but I share her enthusiasm in seeing how she will progress. We may not stay much longer in Olyma- I will give her something to occupy her in town whilst I arrange her room within the demiplane.
It is quite difficult to assume what a child like her would like. It shouldn’t just be a room she occupies, but one she enjoys to learn in. Maybe I can get her a little work station to write and draw on.
-3-
That boy… He must think he’s funny, popping that bubble at the bottom of the lake without telling anyone. He’s difficult to catch at the best of times, and now he takes off without a word, typical. I can at least remove the opening to the lake on my side, so I don’t have to spend an hour mopping water from my floors again, but I assume he probably still needs supplies.
If I thought he had been caught I might be a little more concerned, but when I went to check on him he was relaxing in a resting wagon as though nothing was wrong. The gall to ask if I had taken up swimming… I didn’t ask why he had left, but at the time I was soaking and reasonably irritable about the situation. Barom has a habit of sightseeing at a whim, so maybe he has found somewhere less conspicuous to act the part of a sea drake.