Dear Spellbook,

I keep running through that conversation between Daulf and Trish in my head. What Daulf said to Trish about me, what did he mean? Is he saying I am a Blessed of Riloth? How can that be? I don’t have any Blessings. Do I?

My mother was raised a worshiper of Riloth and brought me up the same, but I wouldn’t call myself devout. Most ship clans worshipped Riloth to some degree, some more fervently than others. When you live upon the waves at the will of the storms, it was just pragmatism, and the Clans are nothing if not pragmatic. What Blessing could Daulf think I have? While he is the god of storms, his blessings never bestow knowledge or control over the weather. In fact, when a Stormcaller learns the spells of weather control, they lose the blessings of Riloth. To presume to predict or exert control over the core domain of a god of chaos would be anathema. Riloth most commonly blesses his devout worshippers with abilities that make one more suited for a life at sea; sure footedness, improved eyesight, and resistance to cold to name a few. I am very confident I am not Blessed in any of those ways. Those who devote their lives to his will often are granted the power to channel thunder and lightning, but never to control the weather. I can’t do that either.

Daulf has described using his Blessings before, and I do not think it is something one can be unaware of. He told me that inside of himself there is a store of power, granted by Illunia. Each morning it is filled, through no action of his own. When he needs to use one of his greater Blessings, he draws upon the power. When the power is gone, he can no longer draw upon it. Some mornings he is granted less power than others. He does not know, but believes it is because he may have displeased his goddess the day before or used her power frivolously. Other times he has more power, often following days of great sacrifice.

The way he described the power inside him is unlike anything I have. His lesser Blessings draw on this power as well, but to a much lesser extent.

Riloth does have a special Blessing though, one that is more myth and rumor than known. The Blessing of luck. Some say Riloth’s hand goes with some who serve his will, and he turns chaos into fortune. For what is luck if not the ability to weather the chaos and come out on top? Or at least that's what my mother would say. Is this what he meant? Do I have Riloth’s Blessing of luck? I would not say my life so far has been what everyone would call lucky.

But... I have been frequently in danger beyond my ability to survive, and still I live.

When I chose to follow Trish to the river that night, was that luck? Fate? Chance? Is there even a difference? At Edgewater, I should have died a dozen different times, but each time I was saved by some contrivance of circumstances. Is that luck? What is being a sorcerer but luck? Luck to be born with these abilities, luck to manifest them when you need them, luck to not be found out and killed.

Maybe I am Blessed by Riloth, but I have no idea why he would have chosen me.

The truth is, I am in way over my head. I just wanted to find answers about my parents. Now I am involved in some war between dragons, with the fate of the races of men at stake. Well, at least I was, until I became trapped in this temporal prison.

Daulf is the Chosen of Illunia, Trish is some mysterious agent of subterfuge, and Roland is the best woodsmen I've ever encountered, and apparently Blessed by Assuine. Bearskin is... a force of nature.

I can cast a few spells, but that hardly puts me on their level. I survived the events of Edgewater, but did I help? I don't think so.

This all seems so beyond me. Why am I here?

No answer?

I bet on 7 in roulette today at the first spin after the clock hit 9:15. It landed on 12, so I will bet that tomorrow. I’m going to try to sleep early. I’m exhausted. I always am.