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onsdag den 23. oktober 2013
Day 1 BC
Today, I took the day off from my little group. Firstly because I really wasn't too keen on being near Timotee right now, since I still had no idea what to do about him. And secondly because I got a great new opportunity to earn money. I'm seriously in need of an upgrade of my armor if I am to be at the forefront of the action. And my former benefactors are...ehmm...not here. So everything counts (in large amounts!). In my training to cast spells I have realised that you actually go through components very quickly, especially if you are one of those rather nasty wizards. So a little trip to the woods yielded 6 snake skins, 8 batwings, and a boar hide, plus some sort of brass cross that somebody must have lost. The components got me 2 gp total. I should probably be looking for other things.
tirsdag den 15. oktober 2013
Arath
Day 0 BC (Before Campaign):
It was a nice morning. Charon and Timotee were sitting at the table - Timotee stinky as always. I concidered talking to Charon about my newfound knowledge about Timotee, but decided against it. Now was not the time. Besides, Charon was looking even more unwordly than usual. I'll never understand monks. "Life is sacred". Yeah, maybe in a stuffy monestary, but he obviously never spent time near the swamps or fended off a goblin invasion. Still a trustworthy fellow - I think. Fortunately, the mark under my wrist was no longer visible. It will be great to be able to wear short sleeves again. It was a good thing that Terrance hadn't told anything. Who knows what I would have done... Maybe I should just settle down and live a quiet life. Hell, I could even go back to the church.
Yeah right!
It was a nice morning. Charon and Timotee were sitting at the table - Timotee stinky as always. I concidered talking to Charon about my newfound knowledge about Timotee, but decided against it. Now was not the time. Besides, Charon was looking even more unwordly than usual. I'll never understand monks. "Life is sacred". Yeah, maybe in a stuffy monestary, but he obviously never spent time near the swamps or fended off a goblin invasion. Still a trustworthy fellow - I think. Fortunately, the mark under my wrist was no longer visible. It will be great to be able to wear short sleeves again. It was a good thing that Terrance hadn't told anything. Who knows what I would have done... Maybe I should just settle down and live a quiet life. Hell, I could even go back to the church.
Yeah right!
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