Dark Times, Dark Thoughts

And my friends think I'M nuts? I wasn't the one who decided to declare war on a town. And they're so thick, they got "scouting" confused with "I think it would be spectatular to go ahead and blow up half the city without letting the other half of the party, who is sitting on their asses in the middle of the stupid desert, know that we decided to change plans. Then we ALL can run around half-cocked in the middle of the night. That sounds like a spanking good time." Even if they did get attacked, the three of them are too prideful to think of running away. I mean, Anwar is practically a ghost, nothing can catch Jacques, and Dolartu, well Dolartu can become invisible. And did they ever stop to consider that WE may have wanted a piece of the action? Sure, we did some battling, but only because we went into the city ourselves. Nothing like a huge boom to get the heart rate up.

Anyhow we were going south and we come across this mostly dead half-naked guy. He looks kinda like Jacques. Y'know, desert people. Only his robes were way more tattered. So this guy, says his name is Baerin. He wants to free his people from slavery. A most nobel cause. Slavery is no fun. We want the people to the north to have water again. Sure! It's a great idea to just blow up a dam. The proverbial two birds thing. We just happen to have these barrels that would blow it up real good. Because that will fix the problem. Wrong. Instead, we start a war, and while this is quite a lot of fun, the problem of no water in the north will still probably exist because the river itself has diminished. We're still going to have to go into the jungle, probably flee into, and find the source. And it's not like we couldn't have blown up the dam on our way back to El-Alahd.

Ok, I'll admit that we never seem able to go back. We just press forward. Very much different from the old days with my old troup when we would make the rounds of the festivals. But, anyway, that's no excuse. Letting outside things sway our real purpose and all that. But now we have an army of dark creatures on our ass!

Sorry. I don't mean to complain so much, but I'm irritated. I'm starting to get tired. And I'm slightly banged up. And people, well Jacques, has been giving me funny looks the past while. And I talk less and less with Dolartu. Not to mention the tiny little issue of Arung getting killed. And I mean, really dead. Like, if I had had time to sift around I may have found a bit of horn. He just got pummeled by these huge zombie things. And when the zombie was finished, it burst into fire. Poor Arung. I'll never forget the way he charged in there, shouting his war cry, on that stinky camel.

Well, we just finished off two of the city's top enforcers, or whatever they are. There was this lizard guy and this woman with this whip. Do NOT want to get hit by that. The lizard wasn't too bad. He was just too focused on "me smash." A total brute. No finess at all, unlike yours truly. The chick, on the other hand, probably would have been easier to handle if she wouldn't just suddenly disappear. Then you'd see her as she appeared in the most inopportune spot. But, oh well, she died too. And I got the brooch that let her become invisible whenever she wanted. I sat on her first though, just to make sure she wouldn't move. Just in case! You never know. Well, I took the brooch off and Dolartu said to put it on. Well, being female, though many people conveniently forget that, I do happen to like pretty things. So I put it on. Weird thing is that I can't get it off. Jacques said it was magical, obviously, so I guess it's charmed to stay on, along with being able to become invisible at will.

Ah, they're all shouting now. I should get into this. FrostFang will cheer me up later. If anyone else could hear some of the comments he makes, I think they'd be tempted to break him. He's not usually very charitable when he's being funny. Not that half these guys wouldn't love to get rid of him if they got the chance anyway. But I'm not ever going to give him up. I'd have to be really crazy, more than what people see at least.

From the journal of Arilyn

Contributor: Jess Landin