The third page.

Autumn 53rd, 567



After some thought, I've finally come to the conclusion that I've mutilated my old journal beyond repair. Writing in it now that it has so many missing pages borders on depressing. So I've decided rather than tearing private entries out of one journal to hide away separately, I'll keep two. This is the public one, the other will mainly be kept to myself. I've re-scribed some of my old entries here to preserve them, and will probably write something more substantial within a few days.

--Largo

The second page.

Winter 24th, 567

I recently played the role of Thoombalt in the debut of Zomeo and Thoomiet. All of those grueling hours spent rehearsing under Measle and Pun'isher's tyrannical directing must have been worth the trouble, because the audience really seemed to enjoy the performance. I only got hit by one pie. That's not too bad.



Our next play is probably going to be the Trial of Manticore, but that's not certain. Measle's been very busy lately, and it's his play. We may end up performing something that Aspasia's been playing around with first. I've said I'd write something myself, but in all honesty, I have enough trouble writing regularly in this journal. Oh well.

In other news, the Bane is well on its way to completing a darkstone. Thanks to some generous gifts and carefully spent coins, we're only one shard away. As someone who's seen darkstones and their wielders do some fairly unpleasant things, I'm still a little bit uneasy about this. On the one hand, they're obviously very dangerous tools, and not to be taken lightly. On the other, they're the only way to get into the sanctum and it's important that we have the means to do that. The good outweighs the bad in my mind. I really hope that I'm right in that.

--Largo

The first page.

Summer 70th, 566

I'm sitting awake in the most comfortable bed I've ever been in. I should be asleep, but I'm too happy and excited. Hopefully writing will help me unwind, and I'll get the sleep I need.



Aspasia's full bard audition took place yesterday. Much to no one's surprise, she easily impressed both the audience and the panel of eight judges enough to take home a lovely gold belt. It's a fashion accessory well earned, she'd been questing for over three years. All the walking back and forth between the bard guild and town to practice her music she did finally payed off.

Life lately is better than I've ever imagined it could be. As I close in on fifth circle, the pieces of several other parts of my life are coming together. I fight hard, I learn fast, I spend my free time happy, I rest well, and I write here. With a little luck, I'll even be able to finally take Figwit to Peaceton before too long.

And maybe I can sleep now that I've written about it.

--Largo