February 20, 1107 A.D.
Terra Solum
Since my beginning I have encountered a great many wondrous things. Though, as far as I have been able to discern, I am infinite, my memory is not. So, on the suggestion of an old friend, I will endeavor to codify my knowledge in such a way that it can be recalled and shared without drift or distortion. Hence this journal.
I cannot guarantee that I will encounter the wondrous daily or even ever again, either way, I will seek it out as I have hitherto done and record my experiences as accurately as I am able in this volume and its successors. You will, however, have to forgive me, for I am neither all knowing, nor all seeing, and my account will only be what I am able to experience and discern. I will endeavor to research phenomena I encounter, as thoroughly as I am able, but I am only one being and my understanding is limited. I will also note my whole experience as I remember, before seeking explanations through research and deduction, so I am sure I will need your patience in my ramblings.
This morning I arrived on what I believe is Terra Solum, traveling the Way is difficult and is more of an art than a strict science. Terra Solum very much lives up to its name. It is a most dreary and dismal place full of rot and choking darkness. Tangled swamps and barren mountain sides. Rarely do I seek this place or its company. I have always admired the people of this place though. They are small in number and isolated, but they retain the bright spark of human life. They dance and sing in the light of their fires just as humanity is wont. It is perhaps because of the darkness that surrounds them, but their lights shine all the brighter. The brightest I’ve seen on all my journeys. It is my hope that I will be able to meet some wandering tribe of these fierce people before I find the Way to my next sojourn.
I had hoped to be able to find a Way to the Wanderers Library, for I had some research I had hoped to be able to seek before heading out again - and I have a book that is dangerously close to overdue - but such is the life of a stranger. I rarely find I am able to go where I wish, as much research as I do and as many people as I consult the Way never cooperates with me.
Dr. Prophard believes that my nature interferes with the nature of the Way, causing paths that have never met to intersect. Of course Dr. Prophard was unable to explain my being or nature, much less how it would then affect the Way, as such I do not put much stock in this explanation. An old friend told me that the Will pulls me to the places I am needed rather than the places I wish to be. I’m not sure I understand what he means. I do not think that my path is drawn by some willed extra-dimensional being, but perhaps that is not what he means.
Perhaps I am simply lost.