My mother was always after me to keep a journal. She said that it often helps to look back to the past and see what you had to say about it and that many times she would be reminded of things she had forgotten and new insights into new situations could be gained from those rememberings.
I always thought she was full of nonsense. And I didn't need to write that down in a journal to keep track of that.
Not to say mom wasn't almost always right. It's just the journal thing. Of course the irony of penning those words is not lost on me.
I suppose that a large dragon talking to me is a good place to start a journal. Beginning this silly thing after a day of chopping wood or reading a good book would be a rather dull start now wouldn't it, Morden?
A bit of history: I grew up being trained by mom. Day after day I trained and I trained. She couldn't send her little tiefling boy out into the world without the proper defensive training so that's what I did. For twenty-one long years that is what I did. And I am good at what I do.
I like using the rapier because so many think you are some weak little thing when you pull out that blade. At least they do until they are at your feet. Those are good times. I also like the color red, the smell of chocolate and walking barefoot in the grass on a sunny day. Gods this is dull.
Now to the important and interesting thing: Dragon. It wants me to sign on for a grand battle against a dark force. It also wants me to find a blade of great power. If I can find that blade I think it will make my part in the battle a lot easier. So, I'll do it. After all, if somebody wants to kill off thousands of innocent people and wipe out what's left of the dragons then he's going to have to do it over my dead body.
Hopefully, I'll kill him and it won't come to me being dead but if it does comes to that I hope I trip the @$^@#& when tries to step over.
