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She was late to a briefing ! I don't know what she was doing that was more important than a summoning from a Venture Captain. It was fortuitous; as she was catching up with us she recovered from a bandit the shield he stole from me.
I witnessed her brazenly cross an outsider containment circle to heal what I now suspect was a Ghaele, charge a dragon with scales of blackest night, gleefully accept to be imbued with unknown magic, and then use it to force a Glabrezu back to the Abyss. She is without fear and common elven sense. How long until it is summoned back up to this plane of existence? Those creatures are not known for their forgiveness...

Addendum: She was again selected to be in the group assigned to procure goods for a caravan to resupply <redacted>. I found what may have been the cause of her tardiness, she is fond of another half elf (see entry labeled: Whiskey). As we were forced to spend the night in Bloodcove they, from the sounds, spent the night skewering a sounder of boar, they attempted to do so again as soon as we arrived at <redacted>(I need to investigate the proper way to denote a heavy sigh). Their copulation was interrupted by an attack on the encampment and she was most agitated. She took her aggression out after <redacted>, I believe she killed at least twenty Charau-Ka in addition to the Angazhni champion. Proficient in combat upon this occasion, she is proving to be a steadfast companion.

Someone has edited my journal entry of Nili'Merithas! They have removed the details of what happened in our last mission. I must keep a closer eye on the details I impart to these pages and also buy a better lock for the desk drawer.

Yes, on both counts.
Disturbing.

Expanded Addendum: This gets more ridiculous the longer I'm around them. Whiskey asked to marry Nili right as we were setting off into the desert to follow up on some... leads. Greely was aparantly in on it as he showed up with a Rum flavored infused cake, I declined to eat any more than a bite of it. I wonder if Kreighton Shaine is going to give her away.

I would put in a request for a different group assignment but honestly their antics do keep me amused.

Update: Nili’Merithas was married to Whiskey after the Blackrose Matrimony. I officiated. Mishca believes I did a decent job… who can tell… Our wedding was so much simpler. I do not believe I will ever understand the Human need for excessive ceremony.

I can only imagine the reprimand in store for the recruitment officer whom allowed this drunkard into the society. At first I thought he was attempting to blend into the lowlifes that inhabit Bloodcove; however, after the drunken night of ruckus... lovemaking... with Nili'merithas I find myself wondering if he isn't just a drunk that wondered into the Grand lodge by accident. How did he pass the tests? Perhaps some sort of field commission?

He seemed overly pleased with himself the next day. I've never ventured into the temples of Calistra but I can only imagine they smell like Whiskey after that night... I found it distasteful, but if it makes Nili'merithas and Whiskey happy, then I believe I shouldn't be overly dismissive of their feelings.

It may behoove me to do some research into curative magics that work on diseases. While I don't believe Whiskey would ever intentionally hurt Nili'merithas. He is one bottle of liquor away from a bad decision and I would hate to see her have to pay for that transgression.

Addendum: Getting married to Nili'merithas. Probably the bravest person I've ever known. The human custom of a bachelor party was tiresome and wholly not as it was described to me by Whiskey. It was full of harlots, drunken revelry, fighting, and eventually vomiting and hangovers… I should have suspected no less from a Caydenite. I drank only so much as to not be accosted by the ‘temple’ residents.
Additional Addendum: Married to Nili. He took my advice and did not mention his intention to drink every day in his wedding vows.

I cannot fathom where they come from... Whiskey is understandable, other than his drunken stupors, he is quite useful. How did this one make it in...? A barber. I am guessing she was a slave at some point. The constant need to please, incessant apologizing, always looking downward and never in the eye, then the never ending list of someone she refers to as Mistress's activities. I understand slavery, not a fan of it, but once broken by it what is there left of the person before? I am disgusted with myself for thinking it but perhaps some are better off with someone holding their leash. No that will not do... I think when next I see Barbara I will sincerely apologize for dismissing her plight. There must be something I can do.

She has a sharp tongue that is for sure. Her near constant criticism of what to do in battle and occasionally after; and while I wouldn't go so far as to say she has been wrong, would it kill her to not point out all of my mistakes in front of the group? I'm not some meat head with bulging biceps who enjoys killing... I am a scholar!

Addendum: What was she thinking drinking all the punch? I knew it was spiked after the first drink. She looked as bad the next day as that time I was forced to trudge through the sewers. I believe she may be cavorting with the dregs of society too frequently. I'll have to have a private word with her.

This dwarf is tenacious if nothing else. He let Kalkamedies flail against him for nearly a minute in order to tie the old man up, and got quite a beating for his effort. I had to use some curative magic to keep him going. I don't remember Drongar speaking much, perhaps too much time living in the wild? I will have to inquire into what he knows of nature... I should do some research beforehand I don't want to seem the fool.

I believe I have run across my first true bandit. Several times during a mission he has claimed property, ships, gear, and potions. Repeatedly stating quite emphatically that they were his; is he ignorant of the laws governing how wealth is distributed after someone is arrested or killed? He never once mentioned contacting the closest relative! I will have to keep a closer watch on my inventory and file an updated Will and Testimony with the Church of Abadar.

I am the son of a dragon! My father was a dragon! While I doubt his claims of dragon descent, it is best to keep an eye on him. If for some reason his boasting is legitimate I would rather be prepared. Dragons are not to be trifled with. If he be a madman my precaution will not be in vain. I did witness his inability to climb a rope; I should learn to climb efficiently in case the need arises for me to evade him. It is an obvious flaw in his abilities.

This foul smelling disagreeable murdering Dwarven miscreant is by far my least favorite companion I've had to travel with. He is constantly shouting. He smells of offal. Keeps company with a mangy feline that at one point during an interrogation tore the throat out of a prisoner! Morgrim claims he was telling the animal not to do it, but I clearly saw through his lies. He had a smug look of satisfaction and pride. I am unsure if he truly possesses the wisdom of the wild. Nature as I understand it seeks balance and this mongrel is so tilted he may as well lay down. He is repugnant.

This Dwarven war hound was put through a test of fire. His first mission was not as easy as I'm sure most expect. During a confrontation with some apocalyptic druids they repeatedly beat him. I exhausted myself channeling the power of Nethys to fuel his life force. Thankfully the battle came to a close as I spent the last of what magic I'd stored. I pray the rest of his journeys are easier as I doubt I will be there to keep him alive.
I introduced him to fine Elven spirits and while I don't believe he enjoyed it as much as his Dwarven stouts, he did not seem displeased with the flavors presented.

This Human managed to 'speak' the language of my people. He sounded nearly as proficient as Whiskey after a pony keg of that dwarven swill served at Greely's 'establishment'. I believe he is an arcane caster after some fashion, though he is unable to cast the greater magics, he at least isn't a train wreck like Barbara.

He is a 'dock worker', his accent is atrocious. Does the Varisian ethnicity all talk like this or just the criminal ones? Also I'm curious as to why he carries around the crowbar all the time. Oh! The crate as well, I constantly see him trying to hide inside or around it. Slipper fellow he may be, but not quick enough to escape these elven eyes and ears!

I ran into, for all appearances, a lecherous rake during Whiskey's Bachelor party; he ingratiated himself instantly to Whiskey and seemed to be quite fond of Sikari. I initially thought I would have to intervene, never once did he act inappropriate or seek to take advantage of her though. He even helped her down from the table she was dancing on and held her hair back as she vomited into the hedges at the Grand Lodge.

He claimed several times throughout the night that he was a Paladin of Sarenrae, I always imagined that one would be more... holy.

I managed to talk my beloved into joining the Society. I believe she was less than enthused about spending more time in Kyonin without me.