!I9xMOPNn32 10/28/11(Fri)21:56 No.16769127|
>Day 63336: Creativity has always been so good for me. For so many years I was afraid to really let myself go, but why? I have no need to hold myself back anymore. The hours I spend in my room away from town I should allow my creative side to roam freely.
>Day 65056: Goblin's launched a small raid on the town while I was in my chamber choreographing a shadow puppet show in honor of the plane of shadows. Larry and his eldest son drove them off. I really suppose I owe it to Larry to make sure this doesn't happen again. I am, excited. I haven't gotten to really let go in such a long time. Goblin's are so small, so numerous, and so weak. Though I doubt even a powerful goblin stands much of a chance against me. I think I will go light on the sword and spells this time. I want to do this personally, to snap them and drain the life out of them, to see them fall and convulse at my wail. Shadow puppetry must wait, pious though it may be. If my heart could race it would.
>Day 66542 I've finally re-remembered how to speak common. Note, do not invent new languages when none else can speak it. I'll have to go to Larryville and see if the blacksmith has finished making my cat.
>Day 66593: Used some clothing fragments to make a doll for Larry's youngest daughter. Even though she's a half-elf, children of any race deserve to have nice things. I am her godfather, after all. On a side note, I never considered how long my hair would get after not cutting it for so long. It's rather appalling.
>Day 66510: I've got to show Larry this new invention of mine. It's a thin metal plank, sharpened along both edges and brought to a point at one side, and wrapped in leather on the other. I think I'll call it, a cat.