The guild of dark knights has accepted me, and I intend to move to
Seringale. I've lived in this city for far too long, and there are too
few opportunities. I've become dreadfully tired of prostitutes and young
Legion hopefuls. The stench of the sea sickens me, clam chowder and crab
cakes have long since made me feel ill. Hopefully I will be able to find
work such that I can afford a room and a warm bed.
It's been several weeks and I am doing quite well. I came across a great
stockpile some rogue must have hidden, and the profits from liquidation
have made me quite wealthy. I've decided to visit home to flaunt myself
and perhaps bribe the officials to obtain a title of nobility. Things do
appear to be turning around for me.
I have made some acquaintances and travelled a fair bit. It appears that
I am exceptionally skilled with polearms and spears, and I've received
significant praise from my guildmaster. I still prefer the more personal
touch of the blade, however ineffective it is in comparison.
It's been far too long since I let myself unwind. I met an adventurer in
Mocker's Tavern last night who was looking for companions to explore the
Haon Dor. I believe I shall slay him when I am done with this thought.
I've allowed a gnome to befriend me. His name escapes me. I act excited
to see him and pleased when he relates uninteresting stories to me. I
hope he will be useful to me in the future, but worry that my ineptitude
with regards to socialization will be found offputting. Lately he's been
travelling with a necromancer whom I find particularly insufferable. It
was all I could stand to resist feeding him my spear. I do not think my
newfound friend would appreciate it.
I stalked a young avian woman for hours, yesterday, before engaging her
as she rested in a mountain encampment. Betrayed by my poor stealth, I
woke her as I entered camp, and she fiercely drove me from the area but
did not pursue me further.
I've found the avian woman again, hunting in the forest. This time, her
attention was too focused on the hunt to hear me approach. The look of
shock and surprise on her face as she recognized me was by far the most
beautiful thing I have ever seen. She tried to speak to me, at the end,
but was too wounded to make an intelligible sound. I've lost sleep to
wondering what it was she meant to say, and it pains me greatly that it
shall forever remain a mystery to me.
I've found I enjoy hunting women moreso than men, though I don't know
quite why. I hope that I am not in some way perverted, as this would
A tall, lanky woman with pale white skin and striking long, straight, glossy black hair. Her facial features are sharp, angular, and fox-like. Deep, dark, narrow eyes gaze from behind her long lashes. Her long, gangly limbs move in an exaggerated fashion that makes her seem as if she's always dancing or being moved like a puppet. When it appears, her smile appears too wide for her face.