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Day, ?. I have seem to have yet again forgotten the number of days I have been here in Sundren, or is this where I mark the day of the year? It seems I also have forgotten what day of the year it is. I must go about asking a few friendly adventurer's what day is it... Maybe I should ask Ivy about it.
*There is a note places in the journal here* Remember to ask Ivy what day it is.
Entry 256
I have recently tried to capture the essence of life. I have begun my research with trying to distill cats and other small animals. How-ever it seems that such creatures cease to function after a few hours in the boiling water... I wonder why... I must look into this further. The subject interests me.
Entry 257
Today, Ivy, Lilly and I were on a little adventure! It was so, dull and rather a waste of my time. I could have been back in a lab trying to figure out how to capture the esscene of the fireball weave into a potion... The little jaunt started when we all heard a deathly scream from a room up stairs in the four lantrens Inn. Of course everyone rushed off in their haste to fine out what was wrong. Even some rather large fellow bolted off in full-plate.. I often wonder how individuals do that.. I must look into this matter.
As I entered the room, there was a man laying on the ground. He must have been sleeping! He looked god-aweful, and rather tired. But everyone else seemed in a panic! Waving their chubby little arms shouting accusations to this poor man. I wonder if one is able to capture the sense of panic and bottle it... The sense of confusion created by a natural state of biological panic would have an rather interesting affect on others.
Where was I? Oh yes.. Chubby, sleeping, waveing, panic. Turns out this man was dead! Oh well, just another man to be dragged off and raised. If he is so rich like everyone states him to be. But I don't understand this.. If he was so rich, why did he die in the first place? The man could have easily hired an army, or magicians, or even an assassin for the assassin! Or holed up in a nice estate in the forest, or... *The journal goes on for about three pages with possibleities.*
So we found our selfs down at the dock, this is where we ran into Lilly. At this point I have yet to have seen her. It was good to see the little halfing... But then I remember, did she not try to suffocate me with a pillow once? Oh right, she tripped... So there was this one lady who would not shut up. Shouting and spraying her spit across the enti... Oh right, that happened in the Inn. I am now at the docks.
*A large portion of a few pages are blank, sept for a simple few words* Was not paying attention.
After entering this rather seedy bar to find out we were in search of thugs in... purple? Green? Pink? Brown? Clothes.. with mohawks. Were invovled in this crime. We came across alittle boy. He seemed so bored and unhappy. So Ivy and I gave him a potion of fire. A few seconds later there was a screaming man that ran past us, on fire.. Stupid commeners, don't play with fire! I wonder how he caught on fire in the first place.... The boy seemed happy, he was laughing.
Entry 257 and 1/2
Brilliant! It never occured to me that one could use the radiant magical enegry given off by a fire created by the weave, and the reaction of flesh to create a new protection spell! But for such an experiment to work, I must use something with a soft flesh... A baby.
*A side note is attached* Appearntly lighting babies on fire for the purpose of magical endevours is wrong and considered evil and illegal. Necromancy some one said it bordered on. I detest necromancy.. Its not like I am trying to create an undead slave here.
The day ended with many thugs attack us. Hundreds.. Or was it just a few? I am afiard I was to busy reading to notice...
*There is a note places in the journal here* Remember to ask Ivy what day it is.
Entry 256
I have recently tried to capture the essence of life. I have begun my research with trying to distill cats and other small animals. How-ever it seems that such creatures cease to function after a few hours in the boiling water... I wonder why... I must look into this further. The subject interests me.
Entry 257
Today, Ivy, Lilly and I were on a little adventure! It was so, dull and rather a waste of my time. I could have been back in a lab trying to figure out how to capture the esscene of the fireball weave into a potion... The little jaunt started when we all heard a deathly scream from a room up stairs in the four lantrens Inn. Of course everyone rushed off in their haste to fine out what was wrong. Even some rather large fellow bolted off in full-plate.. I often wonder how individuals do that.. I must look into this matter.
As I entered the room, there was a man laying on the ground. He must have been sleeping! He looked god-aweful, and rather tired. But everyone else seemed in a panic! Waving their chubby little arms shouting accusations to this poor man. I wonder if one is able to capture the sense of panic and bottle it... The sense of confusion created by a natural state of biological panic would have an rather interesting affect on others.
Where was I? Oh yes.. Chubby, sleeping, waveing, panic. Turns out this man was dead! Oh well, just another man to be dragged off and raised. If he is so rich like everyone states him to be. But I don't understand this.. If he was so rich, why did he die in the first place? The man could have easily hired an army, or magicians, or even an assassin for the assassin! Or holed up in a nice estate in the forest, or... *The journal goes on for about three pages with possibleities.*
So we found our selfs down at the dock, this is where we ran into Lilly. At this point I have yet to have seen her. It was good to see the little halfing... But then I remember, did she not try to suffocate me with a pillow once? Oh right, she tripped... So there was this one lady who would not shut up. Shouting and spraying her spit across the enti... Oh right, that happened in the Inn. I am now at the docks.
*A large portion of a few pages are blank, sept for a simple few words* Was not paying attention.
After entering this rather seedy bar to find out we were in search of thugs in... purple? Green? Pink? Brown? Clothes.. with mohawks. Were invovled in this crime. We came across alittle boy. He seemed so bored and unhappy. So Ivy and I gave him a potion of fire. A few seconds later there was a screaming man that ran past us, on fire.. Stupid commeners, don't play with fire! I wonder how he caught on fire in the first place.... The boy seemed happy, he was laughing.
Entry 257 and 1/2
Brilliant! It never occured to me that one could use the radiant magical enegry given off by a fire created by the weave, and the reaction of flesh to create a new protection spell! But for such an experiment to work, I must use something with a soft flesh... A baby.
*A side note is attached* Appearntly lighting babies on fire for the purpose of magical endevours is wrong and considered evil and illegal. Necromancy some one said it bordered on. I detest necromancy.. Its not like I am trying to create an undead slave here.
The day ended with many thugs attack us. Hundreds.. Or was it just a few? I am afiard I was to busy reading to notice...