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Jacee's Journal
minerva:
* A Neat forced script in a leather backed journal* Well it is done. With all the men on their annual "hunting" campaign, it shall be weeks before they even notice my absence. I hitched a ride with a traveling caravan headed west of this cursed continent. It will be none too soon that I come back to these demon infested dregs again. Eventually I came to a town called Hlint. I took nothing of my past save some hunters clothing, a practice sword and a few provisions. Life is strange among the common folk. All the races here seem to co-exist quite well, but that may be just on the surface. I shall have to keep watch to see if this is just a facade. I have had to limit my adventures to of all places, the sewers. If father could see me killing rats.... well I'm sure he's be happy I was killing but he's have my head for the shame of it being rats. I was able to return some records to the town, with the aid of a new compatriot, BB. A Halfling I could tuck under my arm, but a sneaky little fighter. I like him. Well enough for now, I must find some way to earn gold, as this being poor is not entirely comfortable.
minerva:
I found a place to earn gold. The crypts…. It seems the dead of Hlint have no wish to stay that way. I don’t know what evil keeps them restless in what should be an eternal sleep, but all to often I venture within those walls to find them walking. I of course send them back to eternal sleep, and thus they have no need for the coin they keep in their pockets. I have collected enough to maintain a reasonable suite at the local Inn as well as equip myself properly for training.
minerva:
Blast it all. I was attempting to rescue a cat from a tree and the bloody branch broke. What was I thinking? A woman of my age climbing trees? The injury to my back has set my training back months. It is a good thing I had plenty of coin saved to keep my rooms, lest I end up on the street or worse, in the sewers.
minerva:
I finally feel well enough to start my training again. My recuperation time was not entirely wasted. I learned to cook. I find the more time I spend with the simple folk of this land, the more I like them. The advantages I had did not make me more than them, if anything they corrupted me. These people need my protection. I have listened to the reports of Bloodstones’s army. I will do what ever I can to protect these people. Finally I have a purpose. It makes me sleep easier at night and something within me is less restless because of it. I can’t explain the yearning inside. All my life I have lived off the labors of others, I have seen abuse and terror and known it commonplace. Now I have the means to fight back, and I will
minerva:
I had to hide in the caverns. I saw one of his agents in town. Blast it all. I never thought they would even look for me. Perhaps I am vain, and it is a mere coincidence that the courier was in Hlint. I haven’t much skill at stealth, so I did not follow. I had provisions to remain hidden in the caves for several days. I finally paid a small boy to inquire at the inn after the man. Thank goodness he had departed. I will try to discover his business here as best I can without arousing suspicions.
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