Journal Entry – 4th Day of Ashwane, Year 744 AE
Sandcrest, Southwest Edge of the Great Desert
The veil does not itch anymore.
At first, I feared blindness would be my end—an adventurer with no eyes is often considered dead already, good only for legends and sad songs. But I did not give up my sight for nothing. I gave it up for a chance to see into another world.
The powers I wield, I first perceived as taking the unrelenting heat of the desert around me and focusing it to my needs. Now, I think of it more as opening doors, small though they be with my current talents, to a place of fire and heat and pulling bits of those aspects into this world. This perception seems to allow me to pull greater amounts of energy than before, not being bound by the limits of the nature of the environment around me.
In a remarkable turn of events, I have found with great effort I can use my connection to the plane of fire to ‘see’ vestiges of the heat of others around me. Though the dry winds pulled them away as soon as they formed, I shed tears at the thought of seeing again, in any form. Perhaps as I continue to grow in knowledge and arcane strength, there is a way I could regain some form of continuous sight.
While I do not regret my decision to don the veil, I do not want to remain such a burden to my companions. Our forays into the Great Desert do not allow for delays in action and I fear I slow us down too much. We’ve already had one of our number fall and I would hate for any more to follow.