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Player Journal: Dear Diary,
I know that it seems weird for a wizard to keep a diary, but all I can say is
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That is not the most convincing argument I have ever made but
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I am very tired after a long day but I want to get this down before I forget anything.
Today was the Swallowtail festival. I've been in town for some time and have gotten to know the area and the people a bit but I had never actually heard the legend that gave the festival it's name. All I could think about was the tales of Wizard Bartleby the Dragon Rider who needed a stain proof saddle from the books my father read me as I was a boy. At least that's what my parents say. I still look for those books from time to time when I find a new book store. I haven't found them yet.
I entered the pie eating contest for a leisurely breakfast after procuring coffee. Readily available in this town, I might add. Kept seeing this girl with unusual eyes playing the lute here and there.
I played one of the ball games, using a touch of magic to win a prize worth less than a pittance (I swear there was still a price tag on it 'One half pittance,' but I digress.)
The Sheriff made an announcement alluding to a previous tragedy and warning people to be careful with the bonfire later that night. I tried to make sure no one could see the marshmallows I was carrying.
Note to self: Look into tragedy, quietly. There are no coincidences. Except when there are. I hate that.
The day was rolling along pleasantly when the town became infiltrated by Goblins. They surrounded the crowd I was in and began a bit of a panic. I hate confrontation, more than coincidences but less often. I tried to remain as calm as I could to center my magic. I began using hand of the apprentice to try to keep the goblins away from some of the townsfolk (and me) and saw the girl I was noticing earlier was singing and trying to fight. Not very effectively but doing better then I was. There was also a young man fighting with a blade who began to help.
We were barely holding our own when some kind of Goblin spell caster entered the fray. Out of a certain amount of desperation I hurled my Marshmallows at her. That caused a distraction between she and her companions and showed that the Goblin appetite is not legendary but quite real.
My sacrifice bought us some time to regroup and I am sorry to say at one point the marshmallows did get toasted. Between blade bow and staff we eventually made short work of the Goblins which is a terrible pun that I did not notice until just now and I feel somewhat ashamed.
We were offered room and board for a week at one of the inns. I will take advantage of the offer because I want a larger place for a while. Living in my teachers storeroom is cheap but I would like a nicer bed and some space for a while. My nightmares have been more frequent and worse than the standard fare.
I am tired and will continue this tomorrow but before I snuff out the candle I want to say why I started this diary.
The Goblins in their deprivations had killed several dogs, one of which reminded me of my older brothers dog. For a moment I could see him, tongue lolling and tail wagging, the absolute picture of the representation of a dog. His name was 'Dwarf,' as he had long chin whiskers as a puppy that hit the ground. He grew into them and became a very large dog so his name made little sense unless you had a keen sense of irony
I don't have an older brother. I have a younger brother and sister, both of whom have found their calling within the church and are not a disappointment to our parents. That does not describe it, really. When my parents look at me it's like they are looking at something broken that cannot be fixed. It goes beyond my lack of faith. Something is wrong and I don't know what. I suspect they know and they sent me here not because they finally relented to my request to study magic but so they would no longer be tempted to tell me.
I wish I did have faith. Then I could pray to be delivered from my nightmares.
But I believe there are some things even gods cannot protect you from.
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