Daily Journal Vol. 14: Entry 23

EUREKA!!!
I have finally struck gold with my inventions! My years and years of study, wasting away my youth at Candlekeep, was all worth it!
I have finally perfected the technology of ultimate strength! It is the perfect catalyst for the strong both physically and mentally. I created it with the following specifications;
Linear IQ to Strength Unit (THUNDER™ Gauntlets)
Switch-Mode Defense Processor (GAURDIAN™ Shield)
Accelerated Spellcasting Configuration Unit
Accelerated Lightning Coolage Grade VII
*Scrap metal and plate armor mold provided through the Flaming Fist.
 
With this I will be able to continue adventuring, and perhaps once I gain more of a name for myself, and a little more money, I can finally begin the next step of my dream: producing these for people who cannot move on their own.
The weak will be able to be strong again, the elderly will be able to live again, and the sad will be happy again. That is my dream, and I hope that my invention will bring this to the world.
All I can do in the mean time is keep making money, and keep making this armor better.
 
Oh. Money. The dungeon...
I am trying very hard to forget what had happened earlier today, before the big break...
We were sent to go find out about some cultists inside of a bath house, as I explained in my previous journal entry. Everything was fine, and we met a bufoon who has joined us by the name of Herm Bunts. He's a ridiculously flamboyant man, and he is very mystical with the way he manipulates music. The notes he strums seem to be charged with arcane power, rather than having to use any somatic components to the cast the spell. Very fascinating, I will have to read up more on Bards when I get back to the college...
Anyway... The cultists...
We waited for nightfall, and that was when we would make our attempt to strike.
I was a little bit impatient to say the least...
I blew our cover by foolishly breaking the window with my forging hammer, shattering the glass and making quite a loud smashing sound. This, of course, directed the attention of ALL of the cultists to us, as they went over to me and stabbed me in my hand!
Now, I have had a lot of injuries in my day... 23 of them have cost me permanent damage whether it is as small as scarring, to losing an entire finger, and when I tell you this stab wound was nothing I had ever experienced...
Blood was everywhere, spewing out as if I were a geyser for Bahl's sick shrine from my hand. It was horrifying, I had never seen anything like it.
We fought through these cultists until we found our way down into the dungeon.
It was sick, filled and smelling like a sewer. Absolutley foul.
As we ventured deeper into the sewer, we were approached by cultists, grunts and leaders all alike. We fought many, and with the help of Herm, Elon, and Lict, we outwitted the rest, with more unspeakable horrors that I was forced to witness that I would rather not immortalize in one of my journal entries...
We ended up safely at home, and that is all that matters in the end...
 
 
Plus I just can't believe I finally did it! I finally made it!