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Written By Dion

May 30, 2019, 11:10 a.m.(3/11/1011 AR)

Adventure calls! I think I'll go visit Stonehearth and see that oversized black stone temple of mirrors they've built. It sounds as though I'll barely recognize the place now, but hopefully I'll still be able to find the old fishing holes I favored in my youth.

I should probably spare any readers a full recounting of the time I nearly caught a dire rock bass there. It was glorious though, I assure you. I've never been happier to be dashed into rocks and half drowned. What a beautiful monster she was.

Written By Dion

March 30, 2019, 9:54 a.m.(11/1/1010 AR)

I still haven't found my pants, but I did enjoy dance lessons care of Lord Martino and Lady Kaia, with the musical stylings of a talented Evaristo. So, today I broke even. I even danced with a new duchess, spoke to a ray of sunshine pretending to be a princess and met some reassuringly Kennex lords.

Just as a word of warning about the misplaced pants; they're probably cursed. Which is why I don't plan on offering a reward for their return. That and I have no silver to my name, because of the cursed pants (it's a long story). So, please, whatever you do, don't return them to me. They're so comfortable I'd surely wear them again, even knowing that their malevolent nature and corrupting influence would lead to further misfortune.

Written By Dion

March 29, 2019, 12:03 p.m.(10/28/1010 AR)

Being an adventurer, one does get used to various inconveniences while off exploring. Wet clothes, bad weather, rotten food, angry husbands, angrier shavs, and that sort of thing. What I wasn't expecting was to have all my baggage "misplaced" at the docks upon my return to Arx. I hope whoever took possession are now enjoying my pants to their fullest. They were fine pants, and I'll miss them.

Written By Dion

March 28, 2019, 8:43 p.m.(10/26/1010 AR)

Sincere and heartfelt apologies just aren't enough when you've already stepped in it and are tracking it all over the floor while the person you wronged looks on in horror and disbelief.

I know.

Sometimes you just have to take your lumps, but as an old friend of mine says, "Cheer up Dion, it could be worse. You could be stuck at the bottom of a hole full of water."

I know he means well.

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