A tattered journal, bound in leather and stained with wine, spilled ink, and other things besides. These pages contain the recorded moments of Brother Castor of the Temple of the Beaver, set out now on his Mission to bring the Way of the Beaver to the godless inhabitants of the many islands of Sa'el or something.
What is the point of journals? Like, I am gonna remember all of this stuff anyway, so why would I write it down? By the Beaver, I feel so stupid, like I am holding a convesation with a book. Hello there, mister book! How was your day? Oh? Fascinating, do go on, you saucy little t
Entry One (Again)
For any who are reading this journal, stop snooping in my stuff, you twinkling little shit! Unless I am dead at the time, in which case please pose my body in some sort of dramatic fashion before I stiffen too much; it would be much appreciated. Anyway, yes, putting down my thoughts for posterity (and possibly posterior!) seems like a good idea, so here we go.
My name is Castor Bubbins, but people just call me Brother Castor. I am a monk of the Temple of the Beaver, from the island of Mu'stache. I am writing this entry from my cabin on the Woodseeker, as it braves the open ocean on the way to... I dunno, some island. The short of it is that the Elders of my Temple have decided to send me on a Mission! I am to bring the Way of the Beaver to all of the ignorant inhabitants of an island somewhere. Which, you know, is great and all. They assured me that the decision to send me on a boat to uncharted lands has nothing whatsoever to do with any disciplinary actions against me. Besides, most of those are bullshit anyway, right? Like who ~doesn't~ like to do a little gambling every now and again? And those monks from the Order of the Chaste really should have left the party when the drinking games started!
Anyway, what is past is past, lets talk about something different! So, some background on the order I belong to: The Temple of the Beaver is one of the many Beast Temples on Mu'stache. Adherents of the Beaver believe that when humanity creates and builds, we are imposing order upon a chaotic world and creating a stable foundation for the advancement of civilization. Plus, I guess there is supposed to be a giant invisible Beaver-god or something? I dunno, I don't really get the whole theological aspect of it. I just like architecture and building stuff. With my hands and magic, I can make magnificent things, which is absurdly satisfying. The Temple of the Beaver was willing to support my interest in this, aaaand maybe joining a Temple also got me out of some legal trouble, so everyone wins!
So, right! The Mission! Basically, I am to go to an island, make a new branch Temple, help people build (for the greater glory of the Beaver and my own personal enjoyment), and then.... something. Not quite sure what happens after that. In any case, I am sure that whatever island I go to shall be calm and peaceful. Perhaps I will relax on the beaches and drink fruity drinks, or go adventuring! Maybe I will meet one or more attractive people to form close friendships with! Oh! I wonder if having a gambling hall in a temple would be popular... hmm, I wonder if any of these sailors play cards?
So, I am writing this entry as my boat approaches its destination. I shall be glad to be on dry land once more, though if truth be told the crew has made this trip much more bearable than it might be otherwise. My deck of cards has gone largely unused, but if there is one thing these men and women enjoy, it is a good roll of the dice! That, and a good roll in the cargo hold. (For the sake of anyone who has stolen this journal, assume that I am winking lecherously at this point, thanks). The Captain of the Woodseeker has promised to drop me off on a beach on the northwest of the island, at which point I am on my own.
Some people might balk at the idea of being left on a barely-explored island with nothing to your name, but for us Beavers? Challenge accepted! After all, the ability to take the scattered chaotic natural world and impose order upon it is kinda our thing, if you know what I mean. Every moment a learning experience, every action advancing us one step further along the path to... beaver-ness? I dunno, I sorta skipped most of the classes on that part of our philosophy. Regardless, I have dumped most of my unnecessary supplies and filled my pockets, pouches, and gem with booze won at dice from the crew, so I am ready to go! Lets do this!