Neverar

Journal Entry #343

The essence keeps my form on this plane....but there is something more than that....in the waking days since my return from the void, something that has prayed on my mind greatly. During my life I rose to power as a prominent azure mage, the manipulation of the mind and it perception of the material world was my art, while the forces of wind and sea would bend to my will....but despite all this....I was killed...struck down, and that trauma left a torn fissure in the tapestry of my eidetic memory..my final days and hours are a mystery to me...and as time in this place has no meaning...I am unsure as to how long as it has been since my demise....
During the course of my life on the material plane, I secured the means to immortality....but of course one can not test a theory without practical application...of which I was not keen....however....here I am....not whole...but still I persist on the edge of mortal awareness ....my power waxes and wanes in seemingly random patterns...I must find something to aid my restoration...something to help me maintain my tentative grip on this life...until then I can but linger here...a spectre seeing...but unseen...

Neverar~