Jessica Longstaff's diary

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* printed on a standard empty book, purchased from any general store vendor for a mere few True pieces. Nothing elegant adorns the cover or front page. *

[SIZE=16]This is for you dad. I never kept a diary before. I never really needed to. But... the things that happen to me now... for better or worse... I want you to know about.

I'm sorry when mam died it hit you hard.
And I'm sorry I didn't help as much as I could have. I was eighteen. I didn't know what to do either.

But... you taught me so much dad... and in this past year.... you've thrown it all back in my face. Everything you taught me about kindness and charity and being respectful.... you've lost it all.
I could have dealt with your drinking problem dad.
And I already "had" dealt with the fact we might lose our beautiful home because you couldn't keep off the gambling tables.

But marrying me off? Dad! That went against everything you and mom had EVER told me!
And just so you could earn a few more True pieces on the side to keep drinking and gambling?!
That is NOT the father I remember!

And I hope... when the day comes... and I give you this book to read... that you may remember that.


*signed*
Jessica Longstaff

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Well so far... I've made myself useful around town, and made a few friends here and there. Poor Sil though... it seems everytime I accompany her and her friends, something bad seems to happen. She's nice though.... and she's made me a swell looking outfit.

Also made a unusual friend. I remember reading about them at school. A Wemic.
He's so cute and fluffy... whether he's a cat or in his lion form... he's still cute.

Been practicing a lot with my Rapier lately... and have actually swapped from using the huge Tower Shield like you showed me to use... down to just a standard large one. It doesn't feel right, having something so bulky in my other hand. I'd much rather simply not get in the way of an incoming hit, than have something on my arm to deflect it.

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You remember that friend of yours who used to visit Dad... Tark or Thark. He never wore any armour... never carried a shield... but he always spoke of how he charged this battlefield here and waded into battle there.
I didn't believe him too much... but now... I think I understand how.

I've dropped my sheild to a much smaller one now... and... am thinking of getting rid of it all together. It's much to cumbersome and hinders more than helps. I'm starting to learn to cast a few of those spells I learnt whilst in the middle of battle... but it isn't going too well. I can see the benefit if I can train my mind to summon the weave "whilst" dodging too and fro... but for now... its hard.

I've signed up with this Crossed Blades Fighting School. Maybe's they can learn me a few tricks.