“Where does the time go?”

In 2010, I created a D&D character known as E’kai Komataree, a 4th Edition Dragonborn Paladin-then Warlord-then Hybrid Warlord/Paladin for a homebrew campaign.
What follows is E’kai’s personal journal which was originally started as a recap of the previous play session (we were only playing once a month), but then transitioned into a way for me to expand her character.

Our group of adventurers find a gate to another world and artifacts that bring forth memories of past lives…Destinies that have yet to be fulfilled.

Something is not right. Physically, I appear fine, but my armor looks as though I have not cleaned it in two days – impossible, I know I cleaned it yesterday. I am missing at least one javelin and several others look to have seen action as well. They are useless now and will have to be discarded.

Immeral appears to be missing as well. We can find no trace of him, has he deserted us in the night? Did he use some kind of drug or herb to artificially keep us asleep while he carried out some kind of mischief? I find no answer among the others, for once it appears we are all lost and confused. I do not like the feeling at all.

We sit outside Sir Keegan’s tomb, where we made camp after our discussion with the specter. Immeral was visibly shaken after our near death with him, and argued that we should return to Winterhaven at once, but the rest of us (namely myself), felt that we must finish our duty to Lord Padrig and ensure that the ruins were completely empty of Kobolds before we returned to town – anything less would be dishonorable. Did Immeral desert us to return to town? If he has done so, he shall feel the full of my wrath upon our return – I will not be made a fool of by an insignificant human Paladin.

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I begin to think something of a more sinister note has befallen Immeral. As I put my armor back into order, the journal flipped back several pages to where I store our map. There are additions to them that I cannot explain. The room behind the two unexplored doors outside of Sir Keegan’s tomb has been filled in, and a strange mark has been diagrammed throughout, and appears again in more detail and both are done in my own hand. I nearly asked someone else for clarification, but stopped. I know my own hand when I see it, and I want to give no one a reason to distrust what I believe my own eyes to be seeing.

Damn it all, what could have happened?

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Callista is being extremely uncooperative. She refuses to wake up and now we are even more short handed. At this point, we are down a defender (not that we ever had one), and now we are down our primary healer. Well, it seems we will be acquiescing to Immeral’s wish after all – we will return to Winterhaven, we simply cannot continue like this…