WTF! I just posted a huge entry and it disappears! ARRRGGGGGGGGG!!! You guys will have to wait a little longer I'm afraid, for I don't have time in the next few days to go back to try again. Sorry. Next time.
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Ehhh hmmmm....I was down to 12 HP thank you:) And I started at 211 and was at full at the time of attack...so ya...it was a formitable hit!
Sorry, didn't mean to upset anyone. I just wanted to be sure that everything was cool and that I wasn't upsetting anyone.
I wasn't taking credit for your healing job...I was only stating what I remember, which was not healing everyone completely, but touching on a few of the players as needed. No need to seem so defensive.
LMAO!!! NICE!
ya...those both sucked...now I have to talk through my journal for the next few sessions, unless the company can rescue me faster then one game session. Doubtful...in the mean time, I am yet again, imprisoned, and in my birthday suit....this is starting to sound familiar.... *large rasberry*...fine be that way! LOL...it's not like you are headed that direction anyway! OH WAIT!...YOU ARE! :)
Wow, that was close. I am more the lucky to have had those two life stones and to have bonded with one of them. The battle was fierce, and there were many to still destroy. The battle lasted a good many minutes, and even the Admiral had a tough time beating down the big bads. I decided to get up close and personal with a few of the enemies, and never realized how strong one of them was. I flew about 15 feet above the larger groups head in order to get better aim with my spells. This was all for not, for their defense was very high and their spells very powerful. I was hit by something that was more then I could handle. I don't remember much, except blackness and a rather cold wet rush. I wasn't gone for long, for my life stone kicked in shortly after I fell. I luckily had "water breathing" up and it didn't dismiss after I had died, so once the life stone brought me back, I wasn't drowning after waiting to regain consciousness. The second I rose from the waters surface, I had vengence on my mind, and cast "destruction" on the female badin that dropped me. The spell failed due to my weak condition and her high defenses. After the battle was finally through, I did what I knew would work while I still had strength left, and that was to refresh and heal my party from all the damage they took during battle. After gathering all the loot from this extreme battle, we found what they called "Deck of Many Things", which aroused my curiosity after the Admiral decided he was going to draw from the deck three times, each time being a good result. This made me a little more confident in the outcome of my choices and I decided to draw twice. After the first choice, all I can remember is seeing a small figure, naked and in the fetal position who looked to be in a bubble of some sort. A flash of fear fell over me as I was seamlessly transported to where I currently am now. I have no idea where that is or if I will ever return, but let’s just say, I have nothing but my journal to communicate with my party. I only hope they have the reserve and caring for me enough to once again come to the rescue.
Wow, that was close. I am more the lucky to have had those two life stones and to have bonded with one of them. The battle was fierce, and there were many to still destroy. The battle lasted a good many minutes, and even the Admiral had a tough time beating down the big bads. I decided to get up close and personal with a few of the enemies, and never realized how strong one of them was. I flew about 15 feet above the larger groups head in order to get better aim with my spells. This was all for not, for their defense was very high and their spells very powerful. I was hit by something that was more then I could handle. I don't remember much, except blackness and a rather cold wet rush. I wasn't gone for long, for my life stone kicked in shortly after I fell. I luckily had "water breathing" up and it didn't dismiss after I had died, so once the life stone brought me back, I wasn't drowning after waiting to regain consciousness. The second I rose from the waters surface, I had vengence on my mind, and cast "destruction" on the female badin that dropped me. The spell failed due to my weak condition and her high defenses. After the battle was finally through, I did was I knew would work while I still had strength left, and that was to refresh and heal my party from all the damage they took during battle. After gathering all the loot from this extreme battle, we found what they called "Deck of Many Things", which aroused my curiosity after the Admiral decided he was going to draw from the deck three times, each time being a good result. This made me a little more confident in the outcome of my choices and I decided to draw twice. After the first choice, all I can remember is seeing a small figure, naked and in the fetal position who looked to be in a bubble of some sort. A flash of fear fell over me as I was seamlessly transported to where I currently am now. I have no idea where that is or if I will ever return, but let’s just say, I have nothing but my journal to communicate with my party. I only hope they have the reserve and caring for me enough to once again come to the rescue.
*SUCKER!*
YOUR DEAD! LMAO!
ya...those both sucked...now I have to talk through my journal for the next few sessions, unless the company can rescue me faster then one game session. Doubtful...in the mean time, I am yet again, imprisoned, and in my birthday suit....this is starting to sound familiar....
*laughing maniacally*.....I have three words for you Sir Turin... BRING IT ON!!!
Ok, now I am really looking forward to this Sunday's game, for it has been far too long since I have played:) (one week!) lol, I know I know, doesn't sound long...but with a 50 hour work week, I NEED IT! :) Beth
Journal Number 13 The Journalist is back... So, we are back at it, only this time, it is war! We have found our missing companions, at least some of them, and now we are off to hunt down the morons who decided to cross us! The Admiral alone seems very put off by the entire ordeal and is more burned then the rest of us. I have not found my dear lord Gorath, which either means he was not with the rest or that, to my dearest prayer, was never apprehended. I don't quite know his abilities, but I only hope he is strong enough to fend off the fiends that we have come across. As we venture forth, we find a very old and run down 3 story building that must be scoured from top to bottom, to be sure whatever scum lives within the walls is snuffed out. The Admiral quite literally busts himself into the front door which boosts my spirits to be a little bolder about finding our vermin friends. I follow suit quite quickly to everyone’s surprise, and to others disappointment. I feel as if I am much stronger then I used to be under the Admirals new spells that can last now throughout the entire day. (AC of 37) As I get past the Admiral and Fighter who entered first, I find a door directly in front of me. The Admiral and the Fighter seem to be preoccupied by the other doors towards the back of the room which they find lead to no where. I find my door leads to some stairs that go up. Out of sure curiosity and some boldness of my own accord, I shout to the party "I'm going up" and proceed forward. I hope to find the fiends that took us on this crazy venture and abducted our loved ones. The second floor seems to hold nothing, so I continue to venture up the next flight of stairs, even more ambitiously then before. As I open the door, I am standing right face to face with the enemy. And there seemed to be about 6-8 of them. I couldn't get a very good look, for the moment I popped my head in the door, I find myself blasted by a range of spells that seemed to take away my class levels almost entirely! I turn tail as soon as I can and run back down the stairs screaming at the top of my lungs, which I am hoping will at the very least warn the others of what is yet to befall them. I unfortunately had become near useless at that point, so didn't stop my running till I found myself at the bottom floor, where I knew all doors and crannies had been explored and found to have no one dangerous near by. I then go to pull out my nearly fully charged wand with the spell of "Restoration" on it and heal myself from the dreadful spell which befell me. The visual of what happened up there, but from what I gather, the Admiral had grown to enormous size, as he likes to do, and slammed himself through the ceiling and hence grabbed one of the scumbag’s ankles to pull him down. The rest of the story was sort of shut out by the laughter of the party on the events of the evening. Once the building was torn to the ground, we proceeded on to the next location, since we didn't find any evidence of our kidnapped loved ones. We stumble across a large warehouse of sorts, looking to be in even worse condition then the last three story building we leveled to the ground. Since we were traveling by air, some by the saddle of our beloved Buttercup, and some by the means of our "Fly" spell, we get a good overview of the battle that is yet to come. As I am under my own "Fly" spell, I feel as if I needed to make up for my fumble in the last battle and hit the enemy before we even reach ground. I can see a nice little pile of prats all grouped together amidst the middle of the warehouse. I concentrate with all my might and cast "Comet Fall" on the lot of them. Successful as I am, I didn't anticipate leveling the floor beneath them, and thus dropping them all to their deaths. "Huh...guess things are looking up from here on out", I think to myself. As we all land, we find the battle rages immediately from all sides. As soon as I got the chance, I shoot a "Fire Storm" on what amazingly hit each and every one of the scumbags in the area. Even though this spell didn't manage to drop them as the last spell did, but still dealt a ton of hurt. I stayed out of range of most attacks in this battle, for my own good I felt, not to mention staying useful to heal those who had no choice but to go face to face with the enemy. The battle raged on and on, until finally, we dropped everything in the area. However, it seems as if one of the enemies was only an illusion according to the Admiral and the Beguiler, and the hiding place of this illusionist had been discovered. I guess time will tell what we are truly facing here. To be continued…
Juice entries? Huh, ok well tonight when I am back in my shlump of not doing ANYTHING at work, I shall do that:) I hope everyone brought popcorn:)
Repetative and Repetative says the "New York Times"...LOL Thanks guys, I learned the lesson:)
holy crap...I typed up this really great long post and now it's gone and I dont have a saved copy....GRRRR!!!! I will try again tomorrow...tonight now I am too darn tired....soon....soon
LMAO...
Everything is fine. I just foundt that my current job doesn't fit me very well and without the fit, comes no bennies, so I need a shift. For the time being, I will be working receptionist counter for the same company (will remain nameless for I don't want to bash them in the slightest, for they are amazing in all ways reguardless of my need to change) and I look forward to better jobs to come. Thank you Yasha and everyone else for the concern and well wishes. -The Journalist
Dearest readers, Things are changing drastically for me (Beth the creater of the Journalist) when it comes to jobs and life. Journals will be writen when the time comes, which might be sooner then later. I will have a good, yet short entry writen for the last battle. My character was such a battle buff since she went up to 14th level and was casting some pretty nasty spells throughout the fight, my focas had to be in battle and not journaling. However, that doesn't mean the journal is no more. As some time goes by, I will have a job where I can journal to my hearts content, but only till a better position presents itself. Thanks for everyones patience and I look forward to typing up my next journal:) -Beth (The Journalist)
"They will never take me alive....wait...They will never kill me....oh hell, I'm just going to pull the blasted charm and be done with it!
Where did The Great go? Everything ok? Hoping you are well:)
Special Item, we have plenty of those, esspecially with the money we have been making from our own fleet of ships:) As for me, one particular item is going to save my arse when the time comes:)
Thanks Yasha! We are going to need it with 5 named badins coming our way:)
YA! YOU! HA! hehehe *chanting* Monkey Man's gonna die...Monkey Man's gonna die!****
Looks like another journal entry is going to have to wait. Last Sunday presented an unfortunate event that cancelled last session. Hang tight, things will come back around for another exciting adventure this upcoming Sunday:) Enjoy your week all! -The Journalist
OOC: Sorry everyone, but the next Journal will be a while. I sent myself home from game this Sunday feeling rather out of sorts throughout the entire weekend. After much sleep and life organizing, things are better. Hoping work will pick up so I can finally become permanent and Jimmy and I are soaring as usual:) Talk to you all later I'm sure. Kisses!
Sike...just kidding...stupid second page....we're good:)
This is crazy. Last night I posed all four of my missing journal entries, and this morning, I check to see if people replied, and they are not there!!! WTF!!! Ok, tonight I shall try AGAIN. Sorry everyone...I know you have been waiting. I will post again after work today...
Thank you for the concern everyone. I am fine. Extremely busy and the moment I get home I am so very tired. I have not finished typing 1.5 worth of my posts and tonight might be the night. I am sorry for promising and not following through. She will be back soon. I have found that typing my journal entries while at game instead of writing them makes posting them so much faster. That method will be used probably from now on. Thanks again for the concern all! -Beth/The Journalist
:(....starting to worry a little bit about next game and what adventures it will bring. Tonight will be those two journal entries I have been promising:)
HAHA!!! You see! BRING IT! Besides, when was the last time someone put on an item without identifying it first?! DUH!
Sadly, this 'Yasha' you speak of is not physically available in order to pluck and then peel his eyes, little one. However, it does seem there are several males in your harem that need to be tested by means of certain magical belts to see if they are truly male or not... What??!!! Ok, I know how to solve that little problem...everytime we loot, we just don't put on any dam belts! HA!...SUCKER! Got anything else for me monkey boy!?
Journal Entry 8 So the time has come for battle. At last we are up against the most formidable opponent. Vanthus himself. I’m not sure that with all our planning and scheming that we can defeat that many ships. If I ever face that bastard, I will not restrain myself, and if I must, call upon my god for help. Fharlanghn, keep me from true wrong, but strengthen my will to do what must be done! For the moment our plan is sounded very formidable. With the entire group in the water, work on destroying the ships before they can reach the land. If we win this, we will have saved Farshore from a fate I wouldn’t wish on any land. As I prepare my spells that morning, way before the sun has risen from the beautiful ocean horizon. A fog of massive density comes towards the shoreline. Along the shore line, as we approach the water’s edge, are 6 ships. Each long ship has a name carved into the side. “The Hag”, “The Sea Witches Curse”, “The Kraken”, “The Stygian Shark”, and “The Bryn Harlot” The Captain changed the plan based upon what he saw. The new plan is to take out the flag ship. I don’t have a good feeling about this battle now. The fog is so dense; it’s hard to see anything. I’m contemplating using my “dispel magic” to be sure they cannot use this fog to their advantage. And with that, the battle begins, and the lump that was somewhat small, is now tightly lodged in my throat. The creature that is now the dreaded Vanthus has flown from the deck, chasing as fast as he can after our gryphon riding Beguiler. As I pear over the edge of the ship, three more very large, threatening looking creatures appear on deck.
To Be Continued….
Asides from the fact that none of the CHARACTERS know his name, why would I even tell you if he is to make another appearance? :-DShe's been shanghaied by Olangru and replaced with a doppleganger (or maybe even killed by one of those brain-eating Greater ones) or a succubus with instructions to infiltrate and destroy the party!OK, you guys are just weird...:) *shivers* at the mention of his name. Ok, you really want me to fill you in...HAHA! TOO BAD! SUCKERS! LOL. I will tell everyone when the time comes, which might be after Sundays game when "he whom must not be named" shows his ugly monkey demon head again. Turin? Will he 0.0? Haha, oh right. Ok "Ape Demon" better? I know he will make an appearence, for you have already told me that, but when is the question. Boy she is hugging that charm for LIFE! lol
She's been shanghaied by Olangru and replaced with a doppleganger (or maybe even killed by one of those brain-eating Greater ones) or a succubus with instructions to infiltrate and destroy the party! OK, you guys are just weird...:) *shivers* at the mention of his name. Ok, you really want me to fill you in...HAHA! TOO BAD! SUCKERS! LOL. I will tell everyone when the time comes, which might be after Sundays game when "he whom must not be named" shows his ugly monkey demon head again. Turin? Will he 0.0?
Hahaha...I'm not really laughing...
Oh dear lord...........uhhh....ISLAND ISLAND ISLAND!!!!
Ummmm....Ewww
OOC: Since I am very sick, this journal entry might be just as random as the first few. I am hoping to recap the last few sessions accuratly. DM, please correct me if I go astry... Journal Entry 5/6/7 and so on... After the awful experience with the demon, I have been having these side experiences with a very handsome man. For the moment, he will remain nameless, for I never want to see anything to happen to him. Each night, I have fallen into his dream land, which seems more real then possible. We spend the day swimming, eatting the most amazing food, and just lingering in oneanothers arms. I have never felt more safe. One night, I fell asleep in his arms in his hammock and when I awoke, even though I knew it was real, I rise from my sleep back at the camp of my fellow crew members and my captain. Around my neck is a charm, of a silver phoenix, and a comforting phrase uttered by the lips of my dearest lord. Again, for my own safety, I have decided to keep some things secret for the time being. Should the time come for these secrets to be revealed, I promise to share them once again with the world. There is much still to write, and much still to happen to myself and the entire crew. I sense a very large journal entry coming on. For now, I would like to rest...tomorrow is another day.
This Sunday I hope is a go. I don't want to wait three weeks either.I do not thing that that would be a problem for me. I would like to not wait three weeks between the last and next game if possible. Just let me know what people want to do.As far as I am aware, this coming Sunday is the next scheduled session for Crew 1, as they prepare to embrace the Assault on Farshore sans Appetizer... Sunday is a go, just not new years day or eve, for I have plans already:)
The all night game? Sorry, but the last thing I want to do that night is to spend an entire evening and morning in one of those hard chairs. I think ooc Jimmy and I are going to spend the evening together for once in a many many months. Sorry Keith, but I just want to spend the evening with my love. You should do the same:) Merry Christmas!
Happy Holidays to all from your loyal and faithful Journalist. Postings to come soon!
I am sorry it has been so long since I have written anything. With the holidays around the corner, I haven't had a free second to continue with my writings. I will be back, I promise. Keep the faith, for things will always return when they are needed the most. -The Journalist
Hmph...Shifty or not, this elf is nobody's manservant. ;) You tell him my Lord. Give him WHAT FOR!
*Shivers at the rememberence of it all* I really need that memory charm sometime soon...This could become permanent damage, and I think we can all agree that we would miss the old Journalist and her ramblings of randomness... >.<
You humble me good sir. "Paladin Princess". Very nice. I don't believe you understand that that title is only fitting upon the view of my Lord and Lady. I have no royal blood in my that I am aware of. My real parents left me when I was very young, and my Lord and Lady raised me since I was an infant. I trained with the gentlemen you met by the name of Baron Solimar. He tought me everything I know. I look forward to fighting by your side in our adventures to come. My Lord and Ladies land means the world to me, for it is my home and safe place, so when the time comes, I will fight for what is mine. I'm sure you would do the same. Fare thee well Sir The Great.
Well, I must say, this path is a different one them I'm used to. As Pandora, I shall try my darndest to be evil, but sometimes common sense gets in the way. I wish it got in the way for more then just myself however. Much has yet to be done however, like finding out what this "employer" is truly looking for, for something that valuable, may or may not be recovered for him, but for myself...
Dearest Yasha, You ask for it. Hold on, for the ride has yet to end for me... Journal Entry 4 Ok Journal, it’s time to take some of this down, regardless of how screwed you may feel. I’m not sure how much I actually want to reveal in this item of mine, but some of this needs be written down to warn others should we not survive this battle. Here is hoping this journal will go on past this battle, for I am far from asking anyone of these crew members to keep up with it. I have a feeling they will come back for me just for my stuff or maybe recover the journal. Here’s hoping one of them cares enough to come after me. It’s been at least a day… It’s really f***ing hot over this da*n pit. I have no more “Create Water” spells left, so dehydration is probably coming soon. If it weren’t for this quill floating and writing my thoughts, this wouldn’t be on paper at all. I am currently naked, gagged and hooded, chained on all four limbs, hanging belly down over this unnatural fire pit. Before I was bound this way, I was bound by my hands and gagged without the da*ned hood. The reason for this recent extreme change of scenery is because I managed to escape for a short bit. I managed to heal myself a bit, create water for a few short gulps and a refreshing shower in unfortunately nothing but my undershirt, which he thought was funny to use as my gag. Where the rest of my clothing and equipment is, I have no idea. I tried looking after my escape, but didn’t get far at all before getting beaten senseless and bound in this current ungodly position. I fear for my life, but I am more worried about being used for something far worse then death. I don’t know if I want what I am truly thinking of written down, but with the ape demon in mind, I’m sure anyone who is reading this might be able to put the pieces together. Ok, I need to keep writing/thinking. Before all of this mess happened, I went off a little far into the woods to try and avoid distraction and also to make sure that I wouldn’t hear the Fighter bi*ching about why I didn’t spend every second of the battle healing him. As I got, what was probably a little too far away, about a half a mile away to be accurate, I sit down to start my praying and meditation session. Minutes later, I can feel this furry, leathery hand that smells of carrion flooding my nose, which was starting to burn. After a long struggle and a lot of pummeling, I was transported here. Apparently I was knocked unconscious after a second beating after attempting to cast “Fly” on myself and get away. My spells down seem to work very well here, if not fizzle out completely. Then I find myself over this da*n fire pit, sweating every ounce of water out of my body, which would explain the dehydration comment before. It’s been a while since I have been able to drink anything, so I’m feeling pretty weak at the moment. If it weren’t for this amazing quill, which I wouldn’t normally use the way I am now, for I love to keep myself buried in my journal, but with the chains binding my hands and the gag, my thoughts are the only way to get all this stuff down. I think I need a nap, but I fear if I stop writing, I won’t awake ever again. My throat is cracked and dry, and to try and save some fluid in my body, I have driven back many tears I have been wanting to release. I don’t feel very good. I think maybe I’m about to…. I think I am dreaming, for these thoughts don’t seem to be real. Dreaming or dead, although dead would be impossible considering that would have to be one hell of a bond to this journal of mine. I’m starting to wake up, but it’s hard to see or hear or even think for that matter. My head is throbbing and I can only see yellowish red fire below me. I can hear some muffled noises of metal clattering. Here is hoping my crew members are here. I don’t have the slightest energy to lift my head and look around. The dreaded hood is gone, they must be here! I wish I could help. I know I have a good amount of spells left under my belt, wait…I’m not wearing anything…. Every movement kills. I feel like a giant bruise. It’s gotten sort of quiet and I’m starting to worry that we may loose this battle and I might be stuck to this dismal fate. You know what, it’s amazing how much more depressing this journal has become, I thought nothing could bring me to write such sad and hopeless thoughts in here. Wow, I’m alive and free, but as I hear, they didn’t kill him… I don’t feel so well, and I don’t mean physically. This was something that no one should ever have to go through. After I have eaten and drunken something for the first time in two days, I may need to find someone who would stricken this from my memory. Until then, I might need to find comfort somewhere, for I’m pretty sure this crew will probably just imply I’m a pansy if I were to seek it from one of them. Sleeping will be hard too. I might need to have someone create a sleep drought or cast a sleep spell so I can recover properly from this unbelievable beat down. Now I defiantly need a cup of tea, or enough tea to fill a barge. The party has been talking a lot, but not much is going through to me, for I’m pretty sure it’s about this whole ordeal, and part of me wishes my ears could be cut off to save myself from the memories. I think perhaps writing down some more might help me to erase it from memory for a time, at least until I can guarantee the disappearance altogether. Now what? I feel as though nothing matters at this point. I need to feel like myself again. This might be a deeper scar then I can heal. It’s more unsettling knowing he is still alive. I’m going to get some food, though I don’t know if I can hold it down, for my stomach is turning inside out. My heart is in my throat, and the slightest touch to my skin makes me jump and nearly go into a panic. I really need to find help, or these entries will never be the same…
Ok, hold on tight, for the ride is about to begin. Here is hoping that this ride ends for me soon. Journal Entry 4 Ok Journal, it’s time to take some of this down, regardless of how screwed you may feel. I’m not sure how much I actually want to reveal in this item of mine, but some of this needs be written down to warn others should we not survive this battle. Here is hoping this journal will go on past this battle, for I am far from asking anyone of these crew members to keep up with it. I have a feeling they will come back for me just for my stuff or maybe recover the journal. Here’s hoping one of them cares enough to come after me. It’s been at least a day… It’s really f***ing hot over this da*n pit. I have no more “Create Water” spells left, so dehydration is probably coming soon. If it weren’t for this quill floating and writing my thoughts, this wouldn’t be on paper at all. I am currently naked, gagged and hooded, chained on all four limbs, hanging belly down over this unnatural fire pit. Before I was bound this way, I was bound by my hands and gagged without the da*ned hood. The reason for this recent extreme change of scenery is because I managed to escape for a short bit. I managed to heal myself a bit, create water for a few short gulps and a refreshing shower in unfortunately nothing but my undershirt, which he thought was funny to use as my gag. Where the rest of my clothing and equipment is, I have no idea. I tried looking after my escape, but didn’t get far at all before getting beaten senseless and bound in this current ungodly position. I fear for my life, but I am more worried about being used for something far worse then death. I don’t know if I want what I am truly thinking of written down, but with the ape demon in mind, I’m sure anyone who is reading this might be able to put the pieces together. Ok, I need to keep writing/thinking. Before all of this mess happened, I went off a little far into the woods to try and avoid distraction and also to make sure that I wouldn’t hear the Fighter bi*ching about why I didn’t spend every second of the battle healing him. As I got, what was probably a little too far away, about a half a mile away to be accurate, I sit down to start my praying and meditation session. Minutes later, I can feel this furry, leathery hand that smells of carrion flooding my nose, which was starting to burn. After a long struggle and a lot of pummeling, I was transported here. Apparently I was knocked unconscious after a second beating after attempting to cast “Fly” on myself and get away. My spells down seem to work very well here, if not fizzle out completely. Then I find myself over this da*n fire pit, sweating every ounce of water out of my body, which would explain the dehydration comment before. It’s been a while since I have been able to drink anything, so I’m feeling pretty weak at the moment. If it weren’t for this amazing quill, which I wouldn’t normally use the way I am now, for I love to keep myself buried in my journal, but with the chains binding my hands and the gag, my thoughts are the only way to get all this stuff down. I think I need a nap, but I fear if I stop writing, I won’t awake ever again. My throat is cracked and dry, and to try and save some fluid in my body, I have driven back many tears I have been wanting to release. I don’t feel very good. I think maybe I’m about to…. I think I am dreaming, for these thoughts don’t seem to be real. Dreaming or dead, although dead would be impossible considering that would have to be one hell of a bond to this journal of mine. I’m starting to wake up, but it’s hard to see or hear or even think for that matter. My head is throbbing and I can only see yellowish red fire below me. I can hear some muffled noises of metal clattering. Here is hoping my crew members are here. I don’t have the slightest energy to lift my head and look around. The dreaded hood is gone, they must be here! I wish I could help. I know I have a good amount of spells left under my belt, wait…I’m not wearing anything…. Every movement kills. I feel like a giant bruise. It’s gotten sort of quiet and I’m starting to worry that we may loose this battle and I might be stuck to this dismal fate. You know what, it’s amazing how much more depressing this journal has become, I thought nothing could bring me to write such sad and hopeless thoughts in here. Wow, I’m alive and free, but as I hear, they didn’t kill him… I don’t feel so well, and I don’t mean physically. This was something that no one should ever have to go through. After I have eaten and drunken something for the first time in two days, I may need to find someone who would stricken this from my memory. Until then, I might need to find comfort somewhere, for I’m pretty sure this crew will probably just imply I’m a pansy if I were to seek it from one of them. Sleeping will be hard too. I might need to have someone create a sleep drought or cast a sleep spell so I can recover properly from this unbelievable beat down. Now I defiantly need a cup of tea, or enough tea to fill a barge. The party has been talking a lot, but not much is going through to me, for I’m pretty sure it’s about this whole ordeal, and part of me wishes my ears could be cut off to save myself from the memories. I think perhaps writing down some more might help me to erase it from memory for a time, at least until I can guarantee the disappearance altogether. Now what? I feel as though nothing matters at this point. I need to feel like myself again. This might be a deeper scar then I can heal. It’s more unsettling knowing he is still alive. I’m going to get some food, though I don’t know if I can hold it down, for my stomach is turning inside out. My heart is in my throat, and the slightest touch to my skin makes me jump and nearly go into a panic. I really need to find help, or these entries will never be the same… -Joselin the Journalist
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