Day 2:
The Rough, Tough, and Carl (who are apparent members of a species called "Diamond Dogs") told me I had been out a whole day. As if to agree with them, my stomach growled at that exact moment. Fortunately, the dogs had predicted this, and had gotten me some food and moved us near a river while I was out. Good dogs. They had dubbed me "The Dark One" or some reason or another. Anyway, after drinking my fill and eating some of the food(mostly some apples and some cooked mystery meat(some sort of chicken-snake thing apparently)) I got to getting some answers. Unfortunately, the dogs were less than helpful. Apparently I was "In free forest, far from dog mines and between Smoke Mountain and Pony Town". Not exactly longitude and latitude. So I basically asked them to just point me to civilization. They gave me a general direction and said it would be a day and a half's walk to "Ponyville". So I had them spend the next few hours collecting food and making some sort of makeshift canteen or pot or something to carry water in. Somehow, they managed to make a wooden bucket. Once we had food and water, we set out. I spent the time practicing my new found powers.
From what I could tell, real sorcery was some sort of unholy mixture of wizardry from that old Merlin movie(The one with Mab and all that),Dresden Files sorcery, and Kane Chronicles Magic. There were three ways for a sorcerer(as I had taken to calling myself) to use magic: incarnations, gestures of the hand and fingers(certain gestures channel magic easier), and finally, pure thought. Depending on what you're casting, you'll want to use a different level. For a duel, you'll want pure though spells. For an extremely powerful spell, incantations are best, and gestures are good for delicate spells like healing. Through the coarse of the day, I figured out how to summon the shadow fire with a gesture, and then a thought. I could control it like a piece of my own body, and extinguish it with a snap of my fingers. I was even immune to it. Not sure how, probably some kind of it's-a-part-of-me type of thing. I really expected it to be harder. I almost landed in several bad situations, but somehow my dogs came through for me. Rough could identify poisonous plants, Tough could detect dangerous animals, and Carl, well, he didn't do anything really. But nonetheless, after about 15 hours of walking, stopping only for water breaks and a few meals, I decided it was finally time to make camp. That's when I decided it would be a good idea to write in here. Mysteriously, the front half of the book is filled with strand diagrams, symbols, and some kind of language I can't read. I guess I'll just have to figure it out later. Wow, I admit, I'm surprised at how easily I'm taking this. I mean, I'm an average American, I'm not obese, but I'm certainly not capable of walking for almost 15 hours. I should be freaking out, not writing this all down calmly. Hell, maybe I've lost it. No real way to find out is there?
Day 3:
I don't know how long I was asleep, but I was happy when I got up. It was the first time in weeks I actually just naturally woke up. Kinda pathetic isn't it? Admittedly, I was surprised to still be here. It was about 7 AM, must by the tight scheduled I'm used to. Anyway, I somehow discovered I knew a little bit more about magic. I knew that it was easier to bind, bend, and control forces already in play than conjure up new ones, which is part of why I passed out. I knew that I had a pool of magical energy which powered my magic. Once it was used up, sorcery would draw directly upon my life force. Another part of why I passed out. I could literally trade years of my life for those spells. I would refill my pool naturally over time, or by gathering power from the area around me. I don't know how I know, but I have a theory. I think it' s the amulet. It's slowly trickling knowledge into my mind. In the meantime, it would cast any spell I needed for me. What a considerate necklace. However I got here, I need some answers. I realized I would need more power than I had now if I was attacked. I mean, for all I knew, the whole town could be populated by an army of Chuck Noris. Doubt it, but I'm a guy who used to be in a costume of an evil wizard king, which somehow became real after something transported me to what appears to be another world, who now has real magic powers. A little paranoia seems well advised. So I set to work. I got a good sized stick, a little thicker than my thumb, a little longer than two feet. I decided the best plan would be to wait an extra day and make a blasting rod, like from the Dresden Files. It's basically a magic wand, but it's inherently destructive. I somehow knew that it would take more than a few days to make a proper blasting rod, but a crude imitation could be made in a day, with minimal reagents... hopefully. It would be like comparing a paper air plane to a Boeing F/A-18 Hornet(one of the planes the Blue Angels use), but hopefully it could be scary enough to avoid a fight and destructive enough to be used in one. I send Rough out to gather the reagents(I mentally projected images of what I needed into the air for him to see with illusion magic, which I learned from the amulet) , Tough to hunt, and Carl stayed to guard me. I started enchanting the rod. It took all day. I didn't stop to eat or rest. When it was over, I was ready to pass out, but I managed to eat a few scraps of fish before I did. I postponed this entry til day 4.
Day 4:
I woke up feeling pretty good. The dogs had kept watch while I was asleep. I quickly decided if I was going to speak with the locals, I would need to look a little less threatening. It took me about 20 minutes to get the robe and armor off. Surprisingly, I was wearing a slightly baggy long sleeved shirt and a pair of All-American Blue Jeans underneath. The dogs said they'd never seen anything like me before. Which kinda worried me. Nonetheless, it gave me a chance to take inventory of everything the dogs and I had on hand. A breastplate of unknown material(which all of my armor seemed to be made of now), a combination face-conciliating crown-helmet, a pair of gauntlets, a pair of boots, a pair of chain-mail pants, a chain-mail shirt, a leather belt, two steel AC hidden-blades, a small bag, one pen, one book(front half filled with an unknown language, mysterious diagrams, and eldritch symbols, back half being used as this journal), ten mystic-looking rings of gold and silver, covered in assorted gems and symbols mostly from Ancient Roman, Greek, and Egyptian times(one featured the Seal of Solomon), one magic amulet, a bucket of water, a small amount of fish and chicken-creature meat, a simple t-shirt, a pair of pants, a black robe, a trench coat, a blasting rod, and surprisingly, my cell phone. It's broken, if you're wondering. Won't even turn on. I can't see any damage, but then again, I'm not tech support. Nonetheless, not a bad hoard. But one thing I need wasn't on that list. Answers. And for that, I need to find civilization. And to interact with any civilization of logical beings, I would need to look a bit less threatening. And thus began the treacherous process of removing my armor, deciding what I would need, and putting it on. The whole process took 20 minutes. I removed all armor except the breastplate, which I hid under the shirt. I had the jeans and the boots on my legs, the breastplate on my chest, the shirt on top of that, the rings on my fingers, and the rod in my hand. I decided not to remove the amulet, but I pushed some of the shirt on top of it so it wouldn't show as easily, then put my trench coat on top of it all. I was ready to go.