*this Diary is burned in many places, weathered, and smells slightly of ozone. The entries before the date she came to be a waitress have been reduced to ash, which is kept in a small leather pouch next to the diary. It looks like it has been through some tough times. This diary was in Rix's pocket when she was struck by lightning*
*starting after she came to Fort Hampstead*
-Sorry that i havent written anything since i got here, but i just now got the urge. Here i have finally found the adenture i was looking for. Even the rats are a challenge! I've learned enormous amounts since i got here. Oh, and the people. I met a girl named Tyrian, some grey elf twins, a girl named Star, and a man called Dave Hendrix.
They all seem relatively new except Tyrian. Oh, Drexia too, she seemed experienced. I went on a little kobold raid with these people and learned tons. More than i ever would have had i stayed a waitress.
Another man, i cannot remember his name if he ever told it to me, said that i was using my magic too often, and that i should protect the weave, not make light of it. Hah! The -Weave- needs protecting?! I very much doubt that. The weave can protect itself. I love my magic and will keep using it -whenever- i feel like it thank you very much!
Also met a half-giant, named Toric i think. Something along those lines. Very nice for his looks. None too bright though.
