Diary of a Wizard who explored Chult with a companion named Vorn.
Entries
Entry 1: Jungle Arrival
The junges of Chult are a wild tapestry of green chaos. The humidity clings to my skin like a second layer, and the cacophony of life—birds, insects and something larger—is constant. Vorn, my steadfast companion, is impervious to the discomfort. His silent, towering presence reassures me that I will survive this verdant nightmare.
Our first destination is an abandoned ruin the locals call Kir Sabal said to have been site of worship for some forgotten trickster deity. Vorn and I will leave no stone unturned.
Vorn could be some kind of automaton as he is “impervious to the discomfort”.
Entry 2: The Maze of Vines
Three days later
Progress is slow. The jungle has a mind of its own, reshaping itself to confound us. Today, I stumbled into a maze of vines, each one barbed and dripping with some foul ichor. Vorn had to cut me free twice. I find myself envying his unflinching resolve; no vines dare impede him.
Inside the ruins of Kir Sabal, we discovered faded murals depicting humanoid figures with animal masks. One wore the visage of a rabbit with a spiral horn—surely a symbol of mythic trickery. No treasure yet, but I feel we are on the cusp of something significant.
We know that Ubtao is presented as a humanoid with the head of a Jaguar.
Entry 3: The Shattering
The spellbook slipped from my hands during the storm. I can still hear the sickening spalsh as it struck the mud, its pages spreading like broken winds. Vorn retrieved it, his metal hands careful but firm, but something inside feels… different.
I can no longer read some of the spells I once knew. They blur before my eyes, their meaning lost. What did the jungle take from me?
Could this be related to Mortimer’s Spellbook?
Entry 4: The Unseen Stalker
Date unknown, weeks later
The jungle has grown darker; the shadows more oppressive. I feel watched. Last night, I heard something circling our camp, but Vorn’s glowing sigils deterred it. I attempted to document the strange tracks it left behind: elongated, three toed prints with a tail drag.
Vorn remains unfazed. I confess, I’ve begun speaking to him as though he were human. Is it loneliness, or some deeper bond forming between us?
Entry 5: Evershade
The village lies in perpetual twilight, shrouded in mist and secrets. The people move like shadows, their worship of a dark god felt in every breath of the swamp. Sacrifices are given, not with fear but with quiet reverence. They believe the price is necessary for survival, but I wonder—what do they truly sacrifice in the end? The air here is thick with something ancient, something watching. I do not think I will stay long.
Warning
Entries 6—12 are missing
Entry 13: A Fraying Connection
The dampness here is relentless, seeping into everything, even the edges of my spellbook. Its once-pristine pages are curling, ink smearing like memories fading into dreams. The glyphs on its cover flicker faintly, struggling against the decay. Each spell I lose feels like a wound. Can magic itself die in this forsaken place?
Entry 13: A Fraying Connection
The dampness here is relentless, seeping into everything, even the edges of my spellbook. Its once-pristine pages are curling, ink smearing like memories fading into dreams. The glyphs on its cover flicker faintly, struggling against the decay. Each spell I lose feels like a wound. Can magic itself die in this forsaken place?
Entry 14: The Experiment
Desperation drives innovation. I attempted to inscribe an altered spell—something new, born of the jungle’s chaotic energies. The book resisted at first, as though unwilling to accept the change. But then, it yielded, and the words flowed like water onto the page.
I could feel the jungle watching me as I worked. Did it approve? Or was it waiting for me to fail?
Entry 15: Bound by Ink
This book is more than a tool—it is a tether. Without it, I would be adrift in this place, another lost soul claimed by the wilds. And yet, I fear its grip on me tightens with every spell I cast, every word I write.
Is it my create of have I become its?
Entry 16: The Lost City
We stumbled upon ruins shrouded in mist—a city swallowed by the jungle. The architecture was alien and angular, unlike anything I have seen in Chult. Statues of reptilian warriors stood guard at every entrance, their stone eyes seeming to follow our movements.
I cannot help but wonder if this place holds the key to my quest. But Vorn suddenly stopped at the city’s edge, refusing to enter. Despite my attempts to coax him forward, he remained immovable, his runes flickering weakly. Something here repels him. I will explore alone.
Warning
Entries 17—30 are missing
Entry 31: The Separation
Vorn is gone. I do not know what happened. One moment he was standing guard as I examined an ancient altar, and the next, the amulet around my neck grew hot and he vanished into thin air.
I am alone in this accursed place, and the shadows close in even tighter. I have marked my map with the path I took to reach this ruin, but I fear I will not make it out alive. If anyone finds this journal, know that Vorn is still out there, bound by the amulet I lost in the chaos. Find him. He will serve you as loyally as he did me.