May 2011
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Page 13
Dark figures stalk the shadows in the capital of the Kingdom.
Tales of war from beyond the great mountains have begun to circulate around the citizens.
Something is coming.
Maybe it’s time to seek shelter again in the wild forests of the realm.
February 2011
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Page 12
*upon opening the book a seemingly endless cascade of dust pours from the pages, quite disgusted you slam the book shut but before you close it you notice words written on the pages. Perhaps you’ll peek again later when the dust of age has been cleared*
June 2010
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Page 11
The drums of war are pounding. An ancient evil has been awakened in this land. Humans are such a strange race, their behavior is puzzling.
Vor, what have you done now?
May 2010
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Page 10
The Cult of the Shadow has struck into the very heart of The Kingdom.
In lieu of the Netherstone making an assault upon us not even a month ago it is safe to say that all is far from well.
Something ancient, dark and mysterious is amiss, per chance awakened by our advances upon Giant’s Peak? I do not know and am most certain I will not know until it has come to pass.
March 2010
2 posts
Page 9
Akin are easily the most stupid named beasts in this land. Stories as to how they became saddled with this moniker lead us to believe that when described they were told to be; “Akin to dragon whelps, only not.” Akin to dragon whelps only not? That’s the stupidest load of horse dung I’ve heard this side of the marshlands. Akin.
It would also seem that the caravan, a name also as stupid and...
Page 8
*the page, and book itself, is covered in a thick layer of dust*
It’s odd to lose the ability to write in a book.
It’s odd to lose the pen or even the book itself, yet to also know exactly where they are.
It’s odd.
January 2010
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Page 7
*bits of loose hair fall from the book as it opens to this page*
*the top of the page is smeared in mud, grime and other such ick*
-ate the entire thing.
Later I helped with the shearing of a great hairy beast. However nothing is as easy as it sounds at first, such too was this task. First we had to find and capture the hairy varmint which, in the end, was more of a snipe hunt than anything.
...
Page 6
*the top of the page is mostly burnt*
-is how I killed the dragon with nothing more than a stick of butter and a sharp stick.
I’m quite enjoying the new weaponry that was bestowed upon me recently, no doubt it will prove quite useful in future quests and misadventures.
Alas though, my jaw aches. I’ll have to seek out the aid of the doctor who did this to me…
Page 5
I lost a brother today. Not of blood, but of spirit.
Mmn.
Such is fate, the heartless wench.
Page 4
*the page is torn from the book*
Page 3
Milk Eggs Lynx whisker Antipoison Flint
Again with this damnable fog. It’s ill luck to do much within in, that’s where shades and spirits tend to dwell. They’ll grab you with their icy hands of wandering undeath and that’s the last of you.
Nevertheless, the monk and I rode out through it again to the nearby village. Although this time I purchased a mock image of a sea...
Page 2
*the top of the page seems to be smeared with mud and grime*
-came running from the forest covered in honey and being chased by what looked and sounded as a massive swarm of bees, much to the chagrin of his companions. Ah well, he got what was coming to him. Such is… idiots.
Yesterday’s adventure went off without any troubles. Aside from the weather. I rode out to the Greenwood...
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A pity to have lost my old book. 238 pages filled.
Oh well, such is fate.
Grabbed this book while purchasing supplies. May as well replace the old one. Heh. Picked up a new whetstone, don’t really need one at the moment but why not? It’s better to have one than to not, and it’s not as if it weighs much or takes up much space.
I don’t have much planned, I know I’m...