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A few have met the user of the 'Dark Arts', wandering about the hills, or the streets of Aquor - occasionally other places, but typically coming and going as he pleases, and not sticking around long.
I have deceived many now, using the teachings bestowed upon me. Most think I am kind, with a soft heart. I have gone out of my way to make myself appear as an overall good person. So far it has worked - I have the trust of many others within my league. And still, riches have fallen upon me because of this - it is true, I actually split the wealth with my fellows. Somethings are necessary to establish trust, and friendship. Friendship is something useful - these parts are dangerous, even one such as I is struggling to survive here. Few listen to the arts of the tongue; most are consumed in an inner rage, or as a wise monk told me "abusing the use of their lower souls". In my first days of adventuring here, I have already increased my wealth 10 fold... even with the splits, I am more than wealthy enough to afford good protection for myself. I had the opportunity to purchase a powerful axe, but I foolishly chose to purchase a suit of armor instead. I probably should have bought the axe, and re-sell it ... but the thought didn't come until too late. I would have gotten a pretty penny from the adventurers around here for it, too, I'm sure. *the pen starts to drift a little bit* Nonetheless, my adventures here are proving to be difficult. Whatever it was that led me here is certainly keeping itself hidden. I pray that it comes soon, for I do not like ... *the journal ends abruptly*
Kintarl quickly hides his black book in his robes, and greets the traveler warmly. "Well met, good sir." with a clever smile on his face.
More to come as I develop...
I have deceived many now, using the teachings bestowed upon me. Most think I am kind, with a soft heart. I have gone out of my way to make myself appear as an overall good person. So far it has worked - I have the trust of many others within my league. And still, riches have fallen upon me because of this - it is true, I actually split the wealth with my fellows. Somethings are necessary to establish trust, and friendship. Friendship is something useful - these parts are dangerous, even one such as I is struggling to survive here. Few listen to the arts of the tongue; most are consumed in an inner rage, or as a wise monk told me "abusing the use of their lower souls". In my first days of adventuring here, I have already increased my wealth 10 fold... even with the splits, I am more than wealthy enough to afford good protection for myself. I had the opportunity to purchase a powerful axe, but I foolishly chose to purchase a suit of armor instead. I probably should have bought the axe, and re-sell it ... but the thought didn't come until too late. I would have gotten a pretty penny from the adventurers around here for it, too, I'm sure. *the pen starts to drift a little bit* Nonetheless, my adventures here are proving to be difficult. Whatever it was that led me here is certainly keeping itself hidden. I pray that it comes soon, for I do not like ... *the journal ends abruptly*
Kintarl quickly hides his black book in his robes, and greets the traveler warmly. "Well met, good sir." with a clever smile on his face.
More to come as I develop...
