ambrose's journals

8 november 428

Okay. So, there isn’t much to do here, wherever we are, and i’ve decided to begin writing a journal. So yeah, hey. And by ‘we’ i mean my sister, Aeni, and I. My name’s Ambrose. It means immortal, as my sister and I were blessed with immortality by the great sorceress Aimluth.

Ah wow. Got ahead of myself there. I don’t have a lot of people to talk to, so you might find me spewing all my secrets to you guys… whoever you may be. I hope someone finds this journal a long time from now and thinks im super cool. Maybe i’ll be an epic hero who saved Ardria from the assumed war. I’ll be a legend forever. That would be pretty amazing.


9 november 428

My sister saw the journal. She told me my writing sucked and didn’t sound anything like the way i speak. Well… this is the way i think. she shouldn’t get in my stuff


10 november 428

The days are slow. Nothing really happens much. We go outside Aimluth’s hut, we strut around in the endless and glorious sunlight, we come back in. I might not write until something exciting happens.


29 november 428

Something exciting finally happened. We were exploring Plolis and found this secret cave hidden behind a waterfall on the north side of the island. We barely went in it, but found it adorned with jewels of all shapes and sizes, though none as beautiful as the tear around Aeni’s neck. We plan to go back tomorrow and harvest some of the crystals. Might make necklaces and bracelets out of them, if Aeni wants.


30 november 428

Aeni told me to work on my wording, i sound extremely uneducated. I might try that soon. In the morning we went back to the cave and found it more beautiful than the day before. We spent about two hours exploring a bit deeper, it wasn’t at all deep, before coming back to take a few crystals. They’re small, but shine like a star. Aeni’s making a three crystal necklace to match her red stone and i’m simply making a bracelet out of one that looks similar to a cube. It’s quite easy making these when you can manipulate substances to your liking.


4 december 428

I left you hanging on that last one. Went back to read it and found myself surprised. Maybe I should introduce myself a bit better.

My name is Ambrose Rey, my sister is Aeni Rey. We were both carved from special stones, I obsidian and she marble, and brought to life with Aimluth’s dying wish. She had fought a long lasting war and hoped we would finish it with her final gift, a glistening red crystal that had fallen from her eye like a tear. We call it Aimluth’s Tear.

Supposedly Ardria has been at war with these Verymyr creatures for a long time and we can dispel them by using the power of the stone. I kinda don’t understand that at all.


5 december 428

How do we know these things, you ask? We’re magical, of course!


10 december 428

We’ve been bored, so decided to test our powers. Aeni told me to call them abilities. I swear she thinks she’s older. No, we’re twins. We were brought into this world at the same exact time.

I brought a waterfall down on us.


1 january 429

I guess it’s a new year. I felt it when I woke up this morning. Another year the world has been at war. Exciting… I guess we should stop it at some point.


2 january 429

I’m boring all of you mysterious people out there, I know I am. Might not write until interesting things happen. I’ll also work on my ‘grammar,’ as Aeni called it.


5 january 429

This isn’t exciting, but I just had the thought we’re turning one year old this year. I’m pretty sure we should be turning 16 if we were normal. Feels like we’ve been alive longer than hardly two months.




Important date: 3 april 641
one day before ambrose gets stuck in the stone