The book Whiro has found appears to be a diary. It looks like there are only ten brief entries:
I, Irvilfin Smithson, make this record of my thoughts for future generations! That sounds a bit too haughty. Who am I kidding? I just need to have a place to decompress from all the craziness.
I was chosen to be a Guardian of one of Titania’s elemental crystals! Handpicked by the Goddess herself! Not sure what she sees in me, I barely fought in the battles against the demons. Honestly… I think every third fireball hit one of our guys in the back!
Great, I’ve incriminated myself! Now I’m going to have to destroy this book.
I’ve met with the other Guardians and now I really feel out of place. Both Anneth Greenleaf and Karpov Maleth are Guardians! They’re freaking war heroes! They took down as many demons as entire battalions! And the last one is Merziver Mekaville. He’s odd, but brilliant! The things that Gnome invented out of scrap weapons on the war front is insane!
How do you tell a Goddess that she’s made a mistake?
Titania has given us charge of the Crystals. When I was given the Crystal of Air I tried to tell Titania that there had been a mix up, but she cut me off before I got the first word out. She said she believed in all her Guardians.
Anneth and Karpov are already drawing up plans to erect places of worship around them. We decided that each elemental temple will have a song. Like a hymn of worship. Merziver seemed especially gleeful at this idea. I can only guess at what his twisted mind is coming up with. I feel like a fraud, but I’m in too deep now.
I’m no minstrel either.
I’ve set up a small cabin in the Western Woods. The construction on the other temples is ongoing and incredible. I’ve heard news that Karpov is erecting an arena!
For some reason that doesn’t feel right to me for this Crystal.
Air is not… stationary.
I mostly keep the Crystal on me. I don’t know if that’s… sacrilegious? But it feels right. Some worshippers seek me out and I walk with them in the trees. It feels honouring to Titania to be out in nature, conversing with the dryads, and worshipping amongst the trees.
There are less worshipers these days. Perhaps it’s the lack of an official landmark that deters them from returning. Some certainly seem disappointed by a wizard in a cottage instead of a Priest that can fly through the air and lives in a magnificent tower!
How quickly people are forgetting that the elements were used to save us, they’re not tourist attractions to amuse us!
I haven’t written in decades. Thought I’d lost this book! Glad to have found it again! Karpov has asked me to research something rather dark… He makes a good point however, none of us have Elven longevity. Who will guard the elements when we pass. Who will take up my place?
I can not commit to the path Karpov has chosen. Perhaps I’m weaker for it. Surely I am to blame for helping him find that path, but I will not follow him.
I will find another solution.
They came in the night! Common thieves! They came expecting to find a frail old fool guarding a treasure, but they folly was theirs. It’s many years since I was some green mage getting tongue tied over my cantrips! The fear I saw in their eyes should deter them from trying again, but the problem still remains of a more permanent solution when I am gone.
The spell is complete! It’s amazing!
Not to say that what I have made is good, but I think it will endure. And I believe it will do its job. I have put a piece of myself into it. What will happen to me in there? Time will tell.
It doesn’t affect the dryads, but the animals don’t much care for the smell. Strange because it smells of nothing to me. I posted the signs. Hopefully the curious ones will heed them and the mist won’t be necessary.
I’m going to blot out my research. I don’t think this knowledge is something that should be accessible. The orb itself shouldn’t even be handled without gloves!
May Titania forgive me for this. I did my best as a Guardian.
At the end of the book are few pages of sheet music.