Date: 370

It’s been three weeks since that skirmish at the Halfling Village. I apologize for my lack of writing. It’s not that I’ve been purposefully trying to avoid recording the coming and goings here in Past Calidan (I’ve decided to call it Past Calidan for the sake of keeping everything in order.) Grange and I have been keeping quite busy. Two scientists cannot fend for themselves in this crazy past. Grange, at least, could perform his amazing physicist feats. I needed to learn to defend myself, however.

For the past three weeks, we underwent extra training. A process called “remortalization” took up our time. What an arduous task! After extensive physical and mental training, we sought out a “fate.” This majestic woman had the ability to expand out physical and mental capacities. I almost feel like I have double to ability and endurance than I had before. She was no easy find.

After an intense climb through the High Tower of Magic, we needed to “scry” her loation, via a large cauldron. Three witches of evil intent intimidated our traveling party. However, they were magically entranced by a lecture from our very own Professor Grange. Who would have known. We scryed the location of Klotho, the Fate, and found her at Castle Silvendark. Upon returning to Modrian, Grange and I felt enlightened and ready to train.

Grange, absolutely enthralled by the silver tower, decided to take on the studies of the Guiharian cleric. Under the tutelage of Renold and Len, Grange learned to channel the magical arts of Guiharia. His prowess came in handy at the end of the day, considering I needed to undergo my own training…as a ranger.

I’ve always been thrilled by the stories of the rangers of lore. I had only heard remnants and pieces of the brotherhood known as Brethren. The Brethren were skilled rangers who navigated the lush green expanses of Calidan. They reigned over the northern woods in a massive fortress in the trees.

I found a ranger trainer by the name of Goen. Draped in an ornamental tunic, Goen moved as swiftly as the wind, striking with his staff with the strength of thunder. Though skeptical of my aptitude at first, I convinced Goen that I would study hard. The last three weeks were met with meditation, combat and endurance tests within the many woods that are scattered across Calidan.

After our remortalization and training, Grange and I both agreed, we could finally call ourselves Modrian. Considering we both hale from the future, without family or tied down by relationships or romantic burdens, Past Calidan began to rub away memories from the future and we began to call Modrian “home.”