Today I got to work training the forty soldiers that remain from the volunteer army on how to manipulate plants. All of them have some talent in it as they all have access to my hivemind. They aren’t all equally good at it, some of them obviously have quite a bit of practice already, but all of them have the potential to be great at it.

Ultimately I plan on integrating all of my plants into their bodies in such a way that makes it easy for them to manipulate them to improve themselves. If they don’t know what they are doing they might accidentally kill themselves. I would rather not deal with that for now.

My idea for how I am trying to train them stems from their whole self-buff magic, and them thinking that it is me giving them my blessing. They already attribute a good portion of their prowess to me, and in a way it is because of me, so why not expand on that theme? A big part of the magic is intention and a big part of intention is perception and belief, if they believe strongly enough I am granting them strength then they will have strength. I can reinforce that idea by actually making them better than they were before. That plus describing their powers in certain ways and overall trying to shape their perception of things should push those abilities to new heights.

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I can’t teach them how to use a sword or a bow or any other kind of weapon for that matter. But there are many people capable of teaching them those things, and if all else fails they can learn through combat and by fighting each other. They aren’t completely inexperienced there, and some of them are career adventurers and divers.

I made them a large barracks and training ground place for them to live and train. Currently it is rather sparse, but I plan on making their homes nicer as they improve. A way to reward them. At the end they will be more than capable of making their own homes.

Other than that I met with Erica Hornmark’s family. There is little I could offer them that they wouldn’t already receive if they were to ask for it, but I did promise to teach the children if they ever wanted me too. The father said he would consider it. I could tell that I was not really welcome so I left quickly.

I hope they take me up on my offer, all of the children have a talent for healing. It would be a shame to waste that after two generations of amazing healers.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.