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Journal Entry Number Fifteen

I sailed off to Leringard and amused myself with the local card game called Demon Cards, wherein I find an escape from the world within the confines of the game. When immersed in the game, one is able to command a wide assortment of creatures with one goal at hand – destroying the enemy. I found myself omnipotent and commanding a multitude of creatures left me with some sense of security. I dared not to lose myself to the game, and in convenience, Gladyus wanted to take me to Hurm. I’ve only heard of tales about the port city, and I’ve taken a liking to the tales about the Sea Elf sightings.

We made our way through the outskirts and eventually we came across a massive desert as vast as the labyrinths of The Deep. We raided the outlying caves within the desert, slaying the local Giant populace; it was quite amusing, seeing as how one by one they fell to creatures half their size. We made quite a pair, and with enough enchantments, I turned Gladyus into a machine of death. He would strike the Giants’ tender points and make them bow on their knees, while he finishes them off, and on occasion, I would fling a few fireballs on the ones that would swarm. The dwarf spoke more to me on that trip, and maybe if I gain his trust he can be a formidable ally; he even gave me a name, I’ve forgotten how he called it in Dwarven, but it was “Dragon” in the common tongue. A very amusing and flattering name, and henceforth I was “Dragon”, a living weapon capable of unleashing death.