Cren Reon
Lord Mustard
Journal Entry 1
I'm hurt. I think I may have broken a few of my ribs. That damn dragon. When I escaped from that cave, I think that I ran south. I was in to much of a hurry. I walked south, and came upon a old cabin, in the middle of no where. There was a nice old lady who greeted me with a warm smile, saying that she loves visitors. I was in great need of supplies, and a trapdoor next to her rickedy old bed peaked my curosity.
I wish i never went into there. I found an iron dagger, and thought it usefull. I found a note. My curosity got the best of me. THAT OLD WOMAN WAS A WITCH! My blood ran cold. I crept up the ladder, back into the cabbin, and readied my new dagger. I am not a very agile man, and not quiet. I crept out of the witches cabin, but she heard me!
She shouted that know one could know her secret, and attacked. I was without armor, so her spells hit me like a rock fall. My skin boiled from her fire spells, and i fell onto my knee. But no, it wouldn't have ended like this! WITCHES ARE VAMPIRE SYMPATHIZERS! I screamed at the top of my lungs as I charged at her, arms swinging so fast you couldn't see them. I landed a good hit on her arm, and then across her face. She fell to her knees, begging for forgiveness. I savored the feeling of my blade gouging her eyes out, then plunging my blade into her frail skull. I am sitting on her bed now, and tomarrow I will go in search for some armor.
I'm hurt. I think I may have broken a few of my ribs. That damn dragon. When I escaped from that cave, I think that I ran south. I was in to much of a hurry. I walked south, and came upon a old cabin, in the middle of no where. There was a nice old lady who greeted me with a warm smile, saying that she loves visitors. I was in great need of supplies, and a trapdoor next to her rickedy old bed peaked my curosity.
I wish i never went into there. I found an iron dagger, and thought it usefull. I found a note. My curosity got the best of me. THAT OLD WOMAN WAS A WITCH! My blood ran cold. I crept up the ladder, back into the cabbin, and readied my new dagger. I am not a very agile man, and not quiet. I crept out of the witches cabin, but she heard me!
She shouted that know one could know her secret, and attacked. I was without armor, so her spells hit me like a rock fall. My skin boiled from her fire spells, and i fell onto my knee. But no, it wouldn't have ended like this! WITCHES ARE VAMPIRE SYMPATHIZERS! I screamed at the top of my lungs as I charged at her, arms swinging so fast you couldn't see them. I landed a good hit on her arm, and then across her face. She fell to her knees, begging for forgiveness. I savored the feeling of my blade gouging her eyes out, then plunging my blade into her frail skull. I am sitting on her bed now, and tomarrow I will go in search for some armor.