A Journal my players will find in our dnd campaign

As the title says, it's some Journal entries from a lich they are going to encounter in a few sessions.
HELLO JURNERAL, I AM DOOBOE PAPA SAYS I SHOULD TALK RITE TWO YOU TO PRATI GET GOODER AT RITEING HE SAYS TO TELL YOU ABOUT MIE DAYS. TODAY I GOT YOU AND HE SAYS I NEXT YEAR I CAN GO WITH HIM TO HELP SELL STUFF WE ARE STORE FOR OUR VILIEGE. OH I CAN SHOW YOU ALL THE STUFFS OF THE STORE HERE LET ME SHOW. 

THIS IS THE SHOP PAPA WE HAS CLO WE HAS STUFF YOU WHERE ON YOUR BODY FOR GOING FARE AWAY AND WE HAVE ANOTHER BOOK JUST LIKE YOU WERE PEOPLE CAN ORDER TOOLS AND PAPA CAN GO GET IT

THIS IS THE FAMILY ROOM WERE MOM AND POP SLEEP AND WHERE MOM WE EAT FOODS MAMA MAKES HERE LET ME SHOW YOU THE WHERE SHE COOKS

THIS IS OUR STOVE MAMA WAS SO HAPPY WHEN PAPA GOT HER A METAL ONE BUT PAPA WAS SO SAD WHEN SHE TOLD HIM TO THROW AWAY THE STONE ONE. I HELPED WE TOOK IT B ROCK BY ROCK AND NOW WE USE IT FOR FIRES OUTSIDE.
THIS IS MY ROOM IT THE SMALLST ROOM BUT I AM THE ONLY KID IN THE WHOLE WORLD THAT GET’S HIS OWN ROOM.

OH MAMA TOLD ME I FORGOT TO SHOW YOU THE STERR STAIRS, THIS IS THEM WE ARE THE ONLY FAMILY IN THE WHOLE WORLD VILLAGE THAT HAS THEM. MAMA ALSO SAYS YOU CAN’T SEE OR HEAR BUT I KNOW SHE’S WRONG BECAUSE YOU ARE JURNERAL, I SORRY I ALMOST LIED ABOUT THE S T A I R S BUT I WATED YOU TO THINC THAT YOU WERE LUCKY SINCE PAPA HAD YOU IN A BAG. AND I HOW SOEM PEEPLE DONT LIKE US PAPA SAYS IT IS         BECAUSE WE ARE GEEN MAMA SAYS I SHOULD NOT LISEN TO THEM. BUT YOU DONT SINCE WE LOOK THE SAME WE WILL BE BEST FREEDS

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Hello journal, today is the 11th month     I forgot the day. Papa and I have been on the road for two weeks, I think was not awake after trying that dwarf ale for apparently 4 days but I think he’s fucking with me. THOUGH I THINK since i am not even a man YET that I did VVEEERRRYY well. But if he is telling the truth we should be home by the time my birthday happens. I know i must have written this somewhere in this book, but fuck you, I want to write it again, not like you can complain. So, Goblins traditionally are supposed to take the first year of their manhood to build a boat by themselves. Their family buys the wood, nails, or makes them, and the new man builds the ship it. But our village IS IN THE MIDDALE OF A GRASS OCEAN  

Sorry for the giant glob of ink. Papa heard my very respectful and correct yelling and threw one of MY ink wells THAT I PAID FOR WITH MY MONEY that I EARNED BY WORKING forhim anyways. So I will be carving a boat with my knife and we’ll sail it down the creek we get our water from. I also get to paint it. I was thinking of making the sails from golden raven feathers and painting them all over the side. Papa knows my plan, but he says it’s impossible to get gold paint but just cause he hasn’t seen some doesn’t mean there isn’t any. Which reminds me, I know drinking that ale was a bad idea for a goblin…. I swear the enchantments Papa got on you make you so judgmental. Look, I did that because when I told them I wanted to trade for gold, they all laughed at me. I went everywhere in that town, even offered to work in the gold mine for just some dust…..but no one would even humor me say a goblin couldn’t possibly afford it…..Okay maaaaaybe they didn’t say goblin….maybe they said village merchant BUT same thing in my book, which you are so stop that glare. I don’t care if they were right I know if they just LISTEN I could maybe get some flakes. Oh you’re wondering what this has to do with the ale well…maybe if someone was less judgy I would get to that part. Anyways I went to a tavern with Papa since we got a discount since the smith had his apprentice make our farm tools he wanted to have some drinks. Though between you and me I think we got swindled some of those sythes look like they’re either dull or about to crack if they so much graise a stiff blade of grass. Anyways, while we were there I couldn’t help but be sad…in a manly and adult way…Okay, I moped at the bar and just complained. BUT some of the gold miners heard and one of them offered me a challenge. He would give me a small sack of gold flakes if I could beat him in a drinking game. I accepted of course and he bought us both a pint of some ale.

Okay so the rest is from Papa but apparently I was so excited to have my change I chuged both of our pints before the man could even reach other to grab his and almost immediately passed out after putting down the second mug. And the Darwfs all laughed so hard that they said it was payment enough for the bag. Oh yeah, that’s righ,t I Dooboe the first got my gold to make my gold paint with. What’s that look for….Yeah i have no idea how to make this into paint BUT maybe there’s some slug or something i can find in the forest to mix it with to make it look golden? 

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Hello journal,

Today is the 8th month of the 7th day. I don’t know if I ever told you, but I sold my first wood carving ever the other day to a very strange man. Now now i am telling you now so you can stop the pouting. He said he was a friend of my Papa after telling him how he was killed.







Anyway, after telling him what happened, he asked me if he had the journal that he had given Papa. It was surprising Papa never told me where he got this from, and it’s weird to see a court mage let alone a Divination wizard, come to my Art Stail, let alone one go to a farming village. When I told him that I did because he gave it to me, he looked surprised, and I don’t know about you, but if you are surprising a mage who can see the future, that means he’s either bad at it or you are very unpredictable. Either way, I took his surprise to try and get me some of those gold pieces in that pocket so I took the time to showcase all of my wares and he seemed to be hyperfixated with my old wood carving. 

I tried to tell him it wasn’t for sale, but he kept adding gold, and eventually I was driving to the point of almost losing my composure…okay, I did lose it and said if he gave me his grimware, and all the gold he has on him, and his job then sure he could have the  damn carving. In my defense, I didn’t think he’d say yes. He did say I would get his job once he passed, and just walked away with the carving with this smug smile like he scammed me. I would swear he was a fay if I weren’t in the capital. So having grimware the side of a well me. Seriously, I wish I could show you how HUGE this thing is. Like you have an enchantment to have infinite pages this this looks like it has infinite pages, it’s massive. I had to pay a Dragonborn and a human to carry it for me. 

Now I am no wizard, but I can not imagine a Divination wizard needs a grimware the size of a goblin. So costing on that glod which is a lot, the man handed me a BAG OF HOLDING this thing is full of gold, copper, silver, even some platinum coins I don’t even want to count it all I am worried I will die heart attack with so much money. I think I am going to on a little vacation. I heard there's a hunting festival on the most western Island in a few months. Should be able to get some sea serpent blood should make some amazing paint base, hopefully.

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They're all dead… the island is just dead not even the grass is left. There was an attack, ships filled with the undead. They had a sea serpent, an adult one that they used to just flatten the island. I didn’t know they were babies or that they could cause storms.

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It’s been a while. I know, please don’t be mad. I have been reading and it turns out this book I was given means I have been chosen to become the most powerful Wizard. Let me explain this is new to me too. The Grand Mage is title that the gods gave us many years ago. There was a man who wished to limit the wish spells use, and the gods gave him a new job. The spell wish is impossible for anyone to learn, the Grand Mage is the only person alive who may know the spell. His duty is to maintain wish scrolls, one for every nation, no more, no less. That’s it I know it seems easy, but there is a catch, though many, many perks. The Catch is you may never shirk your duty or quite, if you do all those whom you claim as yours, and those who claim you as theirs will die. It seems strange if the duty is so important, why not kill the mage themselves? I don’t know. This grimware is not just full of what might as well be every spell known to the relms, but it is also a journal, there are so many different codes in here, like this page 5 different people are editing this one spell and each one of them codes their writing differently. I have spet over a year at this point transcribing everything in this book. It use to be harder back when I first started reading, it’s easier now because got the title.  
The Wizard who started all of this. Gave me this book, is the reason i met that man, I think he was on the island because it was then I felt it, the weave I could feel it’s humming on my fingertips. Magic is easier; I already can cast polymorph, fireball, and mending has been amazing for painting repairs. I have to find the next one to take the title when I die. When I finish transcribing it, I am going to give it to the first person I see.

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Hey Journal I finished transcribing it all. I started traveling north. There was a painter on the island whose work was beautiful. I need to find him. I know he was a wizard with teleportation. He needed a focus, something he could use to leave that island. And I think I know what, I sold him some clay from the frozen forest in the north, even a mage such as him would not survive easily in that place it’s filled with monsters. But it’s the best chance I have of finding him. I plan to travel north and finally accept my title of Grand Mage as such I am giving one wish for myself. I know I could a use it and wish for that man but, I don’t know his name, and can barely remember his face, but I have the painting he made. I have a plan it’s stupid but it should get me what I need to know. We will have to find out now. There’s some Cobalts ahead, I think I’ll give them Grimware I just can't be asked to care what they’ll do, not like some Cobalts would be smart enough to be dangerous with the book.