Journals of Zuri Golzar

A Chronical of Self Discovery

Written by Zuri Golzar during her travels, the collection of diaries begins with her exile from her home village of Anapata in the Chisisi Desert; though poor in construction quality, and incomplete, they provide a unique and otherwise unseen insight into the life of Ilerians whenever they fail to meet their culture's harsh expectations.
Nearly all of the journals are crudely made from a variety of animal skins, loose-leaf paper, and other materials that have been dated to many times and locations. This suggests that Zuri Golzar may have made many (if not all) of the journals herself throughout the course of her adventures in Tolara.
The covers themselves are made from thick, poorly worked hide, with rough diamond tooling in their centers, while corners have been wrapped with slightly thicker layers of leather to prevent damage. Inside pages are extensively damaged, however; stains, waterlogging, dirt, and plenty of unidentifiable substances have rendered some pages unreadable- and age has contributed significantly to the fading of the low quality ink used throughout much of the journals.

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Journals of Zuri Golzar

Winter Solstice

They have banished me, mother and father. Thrown me out into the heat, sand, and lonely so that they need not think of me anymore, as a burden, as a failure, as a curse. What can I do now other than find my way to an Oracle of Netamesphut, seek guidance of those beyond through their eyes.

12 Nedalia 6640:

Fortune has smiled on this soul of mine. I have found a Scholar, an Arcanist, and a mentor in Sunit Utatya here in Iben-Ra. Studies brought her here, of which she will tell me little and little I will pry in return for them. What she has and says she will do is teach me of Magic, of the infinite ways that this Weave, as she calls it, interacts with our world and shapes the Magics of it.
The natural world gives me mine, she says, and the line from which I hail. Even if I have been severed from that blood, the sand, plants, and all manner of creature still accept me as I am. It is a comfort, one of the few I have found in months on my own. The greatest gift I’ve ever received is from Mistress Utatya, hope, something I do not know if I am truly worthy of.

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Type
Journal, Personal
Medium
Mixed Media

Authoring Date
1 Sarnathi 6440 - ?
Authors
Zuri Golzar

This article is a continuous work in progress and will be filld in by the player throughout the course of Zuri's campaign