Ah, so much time has passed and so many things have happened. So much of it I’d like to forget… Why I write down my private thoughts in this silly journal for someone to find is beyond me. But, like everything else, I suppose there is the thrill and exhilaration of “Getting away with Something”. Last I wrote any thoughts in my journal I was off to pay my last respects to the soon to be departed wizard. I warned him… I told him what would happen if he were to be less than cautious with that hellfire the throws about the battle field. But, would I have gone through with the deed had I known he would come back to haunt me as a ghost? Hmm… So many questions that need answering. Well, at least he finally showed his true colors to the rest of the group, attacking them and screaming insane mutterings at them all. I guess it worked out okay in the end. But, I must admit, there were a few encounters with the Rowe zombies that I would rather not remember.
Speaking of true colors. What was I thinking last night. I swear that witch of the woods surely cursed me. Ever since she cast that magic upon me in her grove I’ve never been the same. The fights, the close calls, the lies and the betrayals, all normal and expected. What, though came over me to spill everything to the party last night. I’m sure I can trust Kara, but the elf? Just to make up and save the world! There must be something wrong with me.
I fear that nothing will be the same again with my friends… if I can even call them that any more. I guess, were I them, I’d never trust me again. Well, I guess we’ll just see where the chips land. Don’t cry over spilt blood as my old teacher used to say.
Well the last few days have been exceptionally exciting. I was off, on my own, trying to take care of some business when I was attacked by bandits on the road… I know, ironic eh? Then, when things were at their darkest and I was sure my life would end strung up between two dead trees Dorwen and co. showed up out of no where to rescue me. I should have guessed I’d not die in that situation, but I must admit, I was starting to lose my sharp wit!
Then, no sooner than I was cut down and back among my friends we headed off to Kara Maga. Finally, and not too soon, I must say. My old friend Wolf Claw probably wouldn’t be too happy with me if I were late. But, after finding the merchant’s brother, getting into his house and settling into town it didn’t take me long to find out that whether or not I was on time the old Wolf had gotten an opportunity he needed to take care of before meeting me. I didn’t mind too much, tho. What, with the pretty blonde sitting alone at a table making eyes at me.
I guess I should have known that a gal that pretty alone in this city was likely dangerous, but there was something about those eyes. Anyway I forget much of what happened. From what Dorwen and the others say it was a wild night and I was somehow ensorcelled by the enchantress. Damn wizards and vampires I’ll never learn it seems. Now there is another wizard hanging around the group. This one, one of the Dark Lord’s pets… but with a memory loss of some kind. Well Dorwen trusts him and after our little talk I guess I do too. I didn’t quite understand exactly what he meant by “killing his other self” but I think we see eye-to-eye on things and he has yet to blast me with a spell. I guess if I am to hope that the group will forgive my past transgressions enough to trust me till the end of the road then I owe it to an ex-shadow lover… I’ll probably need to keep a close eye on him anyway, he does seem to be good with those healings, and I don’t have to pretend to enjoy listening to a sermon on the Maker to have my wounds seen to.
Well, I guess before I close this little entry I should mention that things seem to be going quite good. Kara is back with us, I missed her pretty face. The Elf and I seem to have “made-up”, I think I have given the group enough of my history for them to, well, not exactly trust me, but probably stop asking about my history and assuming I had something to do with “The Cure”… Don’t have any one thinking I had something to do with that fiasco!
We have two of the keys, The Recluse has the last key and is planning to hand it over. Now all we have to do is destroy an ancient guardian to the most important treasure in the entire world, swim to a bottomless lake, plunder it’s vast treasure, and get back out with our lives… Should be home in time for dinner and another journal entry!