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Londo's diary
Posted: 02 Jan 2006 10:45 AM |
[A beautiful book, with runes and inscriptions over the cover. The book seems slightly tattered from many use but the beauty seems only strengthened by it. Few could have guessed that this book is actually from a small shop in Port Royale and not from some of the higher quality merchants in Midor and/or Ferein. Inscripted very clearly on the front cover is the name 'Londo'. It probably refers to the owner of the book. The pages in the book are yellowish and exude a pleasant smell, although uncertain what that smell might be.]
Dear diary,
I personally hate saying 'Dear diary' to something no more then a book, but I also speak with dead innkeepers as if they are my equals, so I might as well make an exception for you. I've decided to make you (I didn't really 'make' you, of course) to just store way those many things my mind cannot handle. So, I always hear some people give their diaries a name. I am wondering what name I shall pick for you. Miss Juylina says men are brutes and I am going to show a soft side of myself to you, so I won't make you a man. Hmm, one name I would gladly give to my daughter, would be Rosey. So I'll name you Rosey. I have no doubt that you like it, as you cannot think or hope for a better name, so I'll just assume you like it.
So, Rosey, I'll explain why I bought you whilst I could have spent those twenty gold pieces to something far better then some stupid diary. First was, as I said (I mean, wrote) before, that there are just things I keep forgetting. Secondly, is that I have no actual close friend in these lands and I would like to just break down once in awhile. I do need to get you some kind of spell that makes you persistent to water though. There might flow a few tears. But, don't worry, I'll write happy things too! I ate a delicious pie yesterday at home yesterday. Mom made it for me, called it applecrumb cake. She has alot more time now for herself now that I have decided to get her a maid because dad isn't around to help anymore (not that he did much). It was funny though, as mom said that I'm the 'man' of the house now.
That is a nice thought, don't you think? I always wanted a family to take care off. And, stupid me, could not figure out that it might just be as wise to go and look a bit closer then the girls that walk the streets of the Vale. Those two brats I call my little brother and sister are very happy to see me more often too. I am happy to see those two also. Both are growing very quickly. I hope they won't get as tall as me, because I keep bumping my head against the doorpost. Mom said it is because of the milk those Tall Folk drink. Which could be true, because I really like milk and always drink a bottle a day. But, I don't mind, because it's healthy and somewhere I hope to get as tall as an Elf.
I started something to get my mind of slaying things constantly, too. I decided to try my hand at being a smith. Right now I am in Icy Vale, just back from the merchant, and am about to head for the Whipsnade pass and in the underground caverns beyond. Those caverns hold alot of tin, which I need to make things. So um, well, that concludes my first entry I suppose. I'll write again soon, I promise. |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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Re: Londo's diary
Posted: 03 Jan 2006 08:01 AM |
Dear Rosey,
Today's been a fun day. There's been some bad parts too but overall, it was a good day. I've spent most of my time together with miss Syluné, which has been fun, as she's kind of refreshing compared to the ones I usually travel with (drunk warriors, most of the time). She promised me to teach me how to dress like a warchanter, and I am sure she can, because she looks pretty all the time too. She did get burned up badly when she casted a spell at the Great Plains, which caused a huge fireball to kill her instantly, and leave me heavily burned. I carried her to the infirmary and it was just in time according to the healer there. As for myself, I had some heavy burns and my eyebrows are burned away. I wonder if they will grow back? I hope so because I usually pluck on my eyebrows when thinking, which isn't possible now. So, after surviving that fireball me and miss Syluné went to the Hot Springs in Icy Vale and swam there a bit. I really like it there, and miss Shaldriel likes it if I come too, because she says I make a great help to her.
Well, that was about the fun parts of the day. The rest was pretty badly. I met miss Juylina again, and this time she wasn't nice at all! She said I wouldn't understand about fashion because I wear a robe. What's that supposed to mean? Just that I don't wear dresses doesn't mean that I do not make a good fashion person. I didn't exactly say that in her face, I just, nodded a bit, but I did whisper quite a few insults to miss Syluné about her. I know I shouldn't, but miss Juylina really made me mad, because I thought she was a friend and all of a sudden she stabs that dagger in me. Though, I never liked red that much anyway. Juylina may call it the color of love, fashion and whatever she can come up with, but it's also the color of danger and blood. Well, of anything non-monster that is. But that's a different story. Anyway, miss Macha and miss Juylina and miss Syluné just talked for hours about fashion. I tried to listen but I am sure I dozed off a few times, as I really can't understand what's wrong with wearing black. They were talking about making their own store. Silly people.
Now, for a more personal part. I saw my father again, all ethereal and creepy, whispering to me that I should seek out the history of our family line. I don't know if it is my imagination going bonkers or if it is really my dad. Either way, I don't trust him. It probably points out that my entire family has devoted itself to the noble craft of the farmer and that it is my job, as the oldest son, to continue that line. Well, he can pack his ghostly things and go float somewhere, because I made my decision and I intent to keep it. Anyway, I want to get some more books from the library. Talk to you later, Rosey! (I mean, write!) |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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Re: Londo's diary
Posted: 04 Jan 2006 01:54 PM |
Dear Rosey,
Today's been an interesting day. I've doubled my interest in mining, which makes for a huge load for tin every day. It's quite alright to be all alone, with only you and your work. I think I'll do it more often, being alone I mean, as I don't like the 'oh I'm so happy'-me. I'm so energetic I could become a necromancer - enough life force for ten! Still, I met up with a nice mister, Theogor Redbeard, who's a brother of that other mister Redbeard (I forgot his name!). I've promised myself to be a little more serious and think about things. Which I probably won't live up to, but I want my story to end by now, as this chapter of my own story is just getting a tad longish. I mean, being a bachelor shouldn't take up half the book! Right? So I have been walking through Brandibuck and naturally, all the girls that I used to dance with are just grovelling at my feet - but I don't want that! I want a fair and pretty lass, that has her own life, too. Miss Juylina says men should cook, and that's alright with me if she can't cook, but I want to go out and adventure with her too. I got a ton of ideas stacked up for when I see a girl I really, really like. I'll make poems for her, and I'll buy dresses for her, hey, I'll even be willing to sit down with miss Juylina and discuss fashion (which is, I must say, a massive undertaking).
So anyway, to get back to the point, I'm going to be a lot more serious. No more of that happy jumpy behavior, no no, a serious (but not sad!) protector of the people. The only exception will be battle because it just cheers me up to see the skull of a Gnoll splat in twine and cover me in blood. But then, everyone has his hobbies. I've also decided to make something really nice for miss Syluné. She doesn't like battle, so I will not make a weapon or armor for her. Perhaps a nice poem or song will do?
When I visited Port Royale the other day, I noticed the shop of mister Johe had closed. I wonder what happened. Even though I think he did some wrong things (from what I gathered from rumors), I still hope he didn't get hurt. But perhaps he has just decided to go in retirement? Oh well, I just hope he's alright. He is a Hin after all, so that does form a sort of bond, right? Nah, I'm just babbling again, but he was (sort of) an... idol for me? He did bad things, but so have I, but I really think he did some amazing things too. I mean, stand UP to miss Juylina? That takes some courage. I sure wouldn't dare too. Anyway, I wish the best of luck to mister Johe and that he will find a pretty lass (although from what I heard, he sure didn't have problems with that!) and that he settles down nicely somewhere quiet and peaceful, like almost all Hin like.
I think this will do for the daily amount of rambling, Rosey, so I'll just stop writing now. Be safe, if invisible pen friends actually can stay safe. |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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Re: Londo's diary
Posted: 05 Jan 2006 06:54 AM |
Dear Rosey,
Today has been a completely horrible day. Lots of fighting, and murdering, and people threatening to kill eachother. I don't get it, because there's plenty of evil to fill everyone's plate twice, but I guess I'm too stupid to understand such things. It started with a lady Elf in black armor, with an acid dripping spear, who I asked a question and suddenly put a spear at my throat! She then continued to threaten others and when the guard captain finally came to remedy the situation, the lady Elf stabbed him down! How stupid is that?! And I think miss Macha helped too, because she disappeared from the scene just before the Captain arrived. I never liked the Port, but now I feel myself drawn to it - if there's nutters like these running around, surely I have something to do about them? Anyway, several hours after we were sitting in the Mask until someone named Dana walked up. She started eating human hands?! This Elf that came to visit said something about it and then a few said Dana couldn't help it and blablabla, there we went again! Miss Syluné and miss Natalyia went to another table, and I decided to follow them, and after awhile things calmed down and then miss Syluné sang a most beautiful song. She's a much better bard then miss Macha if you ask me. Miss Macha cares too much about ravens, strange Elves, and killing guard Captains.
Another thing that has happened is that dad appeared again. This time I followed his instructions and I found out the strangest things. I am not on the page of all the Bywaters, nor does the wedding certificate match up with my age. Miss Syluné has promised to help me and I'm glad. She's probably my only real friend in these lands and I consider myself lucky to have her as my friend. Anyway, I'm going to talk to mom about what I found and see what she knows. If she'll get all nervous, I'll have my answer. It would make sense though. I've never really been accepted by the elderly folks, and it might explain why I have always had this strange pull to go out and travel. But, I'll stop the prejudices like the serious person I am and will find my answers with mom in Brandibuck. Until then, I will stop thinking about it.
I don't feel like writing anymore, Rosey, so I'll stop here then. Take care, even though imaginary friends can't care. Bye! |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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Re: Londo's diary
Posted: 05 Jan 2006 09:07 PM |
Dear Rosey,
I've fallen in love! No doubt about it! I'm just so incredibly stupid to not have noticed! Especially when I am listing what I'll do with the one I love, and then actually DO it with her too. It's Syluné, the one I told you about, the one that's been such a good friend to me? What am I supposed to do now? She definately doesn't want some Hin drooling over her feet. But nor can I just act as if nothing happened and continue in a friendly manner. So what should I do then? Stay away from her? I guess so. I should've known earlier. The whole story of the White Mermaid. I sketch a dream woman, one every man will love, and Syluné rolls out. HELLO?! ARGH! So, from now on, I'll try and stay away from her. And hopefully she won't notice that I stop talking to her. She has plenty of friends anyhow. No wonder also that she was in my dreams. I thought it was because she was just a close friend but it's far more then that. It isn't fair!!! I would try and get her to love me too if she was, you know, my size. I know that some Halflings marry Tall Folk and I juggled with the thought either, but Syluné can get any man she wants! Oh dear, oh dear oh dear oh dear!
Now, if that wasn't enough, I got a big vision of Brandibuck in deep trouble too. I won't go in to the details yet again, it's just too painful to think about it, let alone write it down. I spoke with mister Tomi about it and he thinks he knows who's sending the visions. He's assembling a group to go and get the illitblablaba as I write this down. Further, he told me that to storage my gold, I had to better rent a room. So I did and as I write this down, I'm laying on my bed in the Four Winds. It's nice though, I have to admit, because it'll sleep alot better then hay not to mention it is rather... fancy. Not everyone sleeps in rooms! Anyway, I just want to go to sleep now and forget about this horrible day. Hopefully this'll all be a bad dream. 'Cause in that case, I'll be still be able to spend time with miss Syluné, because she's been the best friend I could wish. And the pret *ink splatters* there I go again! Grr. I'll keep you updated, my imaginary diary friend. |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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Re: Londo's diary
Posted: 06 Jan 2006 05:51 PM |
Dear Rosey,
I've said what I promised to say to miss Syluné. I said we shouldn't meet again but it wasn't in the manner I was supposed to say it. I literally burst into tears and felt real bad but I really shouldn't ponder about this all. I told miss Macha and mister Dorian about it. I realized that wasn't smart, so I ran away after that. ((due to needing to log all of a sudden, sorry if anyone was chasing ^^' ))
I don't know what I should do now. I'm not even sure it was a crush I had on miss Syluné. Maybe she's just a close friend. Now that I think about it, it MIGHT be actually. It's not like I pictured me and Syluné on a wedding. Might even be the reason why it took so long for me to figure out. Oh dear, I thought I was stupid for not having noticed, but now I call myself stupid for thinking I noticed something that didn't happen at all! Mom will kill me if she hears about this. But what worries me more is if miss Syluné still wants me as her friend. It woudl be understandable if she said it was foolish for her to take me as a friend again. But I'm just not sure what to do now. Perhaps I have to just seee how things go and go from there. Always worked out this far.
I'm really not in the mood to tell about what happened today, Rosey, so forgive me for keeping it short. I'll write again in you shortly. |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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Re: Londo's diary
Posted: 08 Jan 2006 06:03 AM |
Dear Rosey,
Sorry for forgetting to write in you. I've been very busy, and I'm kind of happy about it. I've spent a lot of time with new friends. Mister Tomi, for example, I see more often now, which I am glad about. Today I'll be joining him and several others to go deep in enemy territory to find gold back that was stolen from them. I wrote a song for the trip, and will be singing it as we go, and hopefully they like it too. Which reminds me! I got myself an instrument! The pan flute. I know, I know, it isn't the most majestic of flutes, but it's great actually. I've already done things with it I never thought possible. Miss Cora has a harp that's magical, so eventually, I am going to try and get a magical pan flute. That would be great. Anyway, I really like my pan flute!
Well, now that I read what I wrote the previous time, I suppose I have to tell you what happened to miss Syluné. I found her, eventually, at my favorite writing place (behind the Four Sisters) and there I told her about everything. She seemed to know already, which wasn't too good, because it only made it worse for me. Miss Syluné reassured me it was fine but still, I think it should have never happened and feel really sorry. Miss Syluné probably doesn't notice. Which reminds me! Miss Syluné is starting to turn in miss Juylina! Which, I must say, isn't a very comforting development. She's getting all kinds of metal things pierced in her body and she's starting to use the same words. Every time she uses 'Ta!' makes me cringe. Another reason to perhaps just avoid her. You never know, right? I don't think I trust miss Syluné completely anymore. I don't trust anybody completely who voluntarily sticks metal in their body to look nice. Silly, that fashion, I'm surprised it hasn't killed anyone yet.
Besides that, I heard an awful tale from mister Tomi about the same mister who left miss Cora and miss Claudia. Apparently, he abandoned more girls then Cora and Claudia. I can't believe one of our size can do that. Tall Folk? Sure, I see them doing it. Doesn't take long to think why there are so many of them. But Hin!!! We are a race meant for traditions! If we sleep with everyone, we might as well stick metals in our bellies too and shave our feet! It's silly that people like that still walk around. And it makes things for mister Tomi and me, faithful Hin, hard too, because none of the girls will trust us.
Well, I'll tell you soon about what happened on the quest for the squid faces, Rosey. Take care now! |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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Re: Londo's diary
Posted: 10 Jan 2006 03:38 PM |
Dear Rosey,
I've been to the squid faces! It's been quite a dangerous undertaking, if I say so myself. Without fighting, though. It was more in the sense of, 'Remember what they are capable of!'.
Anyway, the whole plan was that we would just talk with them, which worked out quite alright. The big problem we were facing though, is whether or not we should trust the creepy misters. Mister Tomi, courageously, took lead though and made it all alright. I even made my small part in the contract we have with these guys by saying that we should include to be left out alive safe and well. Quite nice, if I might say, but there's no reason to trust these fellers anyway. Sure, they might not be able to lie, but they take everything literally and stuff. Very silly. Anyway, we've been requested to retrieve a sword called 'Death Drinker', who's apparently a demon in the form of a sword, and we need to get by the one who has the sword, whom everyone referred to as Lex.
Anyway, enough about the squid faces. I saw miss Syluné again today too, and everything went well, until she suddenly said to mister Dorian when he was going to teach her to wield the sword. What's that about?! I've said countless times that I would be more then willing to help her out with it. I guess I'm not good enough for her? I know a lot of people think I am being silly for carrying a big sword. But that's not true! Tall folks do it, why can't Small Folk? But, really, I tried being friends with miss Syluné but I guess she's turning in this witch like miss Juylina, in which case nobody really likes her except when they need something of her. Miss Cora said I should stay far away from miss Juylina. I guess this'll mean that goes for miss Syluné too. Which is sad, as this time, it isn't me that thinks it's 'right' to mess up a friendship. Then again, I'm just a Hin. What would a Hin know about such things, right? It's silly, Rosey, really silly that people seem to underestimate me so easily.
But, I shouldn't be spending much time on people who first claim to be my friend, then suddenly drop me down. I'm going to work more on songs and such - which will mean I will get out less. Oh well, it isn't so bad, it's a good cause. I hope that eventually I will be able to be as good as miss Macha, although without that strange need to always dress nicely and almost cry when there's a rip in my custome. I'll be the bard singing in his full armor! Might get uncomfortable but that's for another time.
I should be getting back now to clean up this shipment of ore. I'll be sure to write, as usual. |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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Re: Londo's diary
Posted: 14 Jan 2006 07:21 AM |
I've been a rather... strange mood lately. Been to the dark places almost constantly. Carfax Town, Gorlath Keep, places like that. I don't know, Rosey, but I'm changing. I'm starting to use words I've never used before when fighting enemies. And when I look at someone I don't like and trust, like miss Juylina, I don't want to try and be friends with them. I want to go and slay them, torture them, do harm that death will be a release to them. It's dad. His voice keeps whispering me to do bad things to everyone around me. But deep within, I want to do it too. I want to do what dad tells me to, but I don't want to! It's evil, what he's trying to do with me! Evil! But why does it feel so good to listen to him then? Last night, I killed a bandit his way - the result almost made me throw up, but my father complimented me and I had never felt so good in my life after I walked away. Dad was proud of me. For the first time in my life.
I know I should seek help - but with who? Tomi? Syluné? Tomi perhaps. Syluné... no, never. She's evil now too. Dad said so - he said she wanted to kill me. And it makes sense. She's spending so much time with Juylina now, that's she's becoming Juylina. Putting fashion above everything else. She chose Dorian over me because he's probably far more interesting for her. Dad's right. Like always. Who should I tell? I have to tell Tomi. He speaks highly of me with others. Yes -- I'll tell him about it. And then, we'll see. He's a smart man. He'll know what to do.
I just hope it's in time, Rosey, I really do. Because right now, I've already surpassed the misters from Midor when it comes to mutilating the body of a 'victim'. Whispers all around me and the only thing that keeps them away are when something dies to my blade. Or someone.
((Comments are welcome, as usual)) |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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Re: Londo's diary
Posted: 15 Jan 2006 11:54 AM |
((I won't post details as the 'second run' of the event is still pending))
*makes a detailed report of what happened during the trip to Ferein's Ruined Inner City*
Anyway, besides that, dad's starting to whisper more and more in my ear. Saying things like, 'He's lying to you' whilst I know that certain person isn't lying at all. It gets worse when I see something I'd really like. The other day, in Ferein, I checked out the market there and saw swords fitted for what I am used to. Then all the sudden dad said, 'Take it! Slay the merchant and take it!'. I quickly left in horror. The funny thing was however, that it felt good listening to the whispers. And when I listen to them, they don't hurt at all - instead, they make me feel great, and make me want for more. Not to mention my face. It's getting pale, as if I'm some gnome that hasn't seen sun in years because of all his studies, as if I'm a ghost. I feel nice dressing in black, making me look as if I'm some kind of Undead Hin. I don't know how long I can sustain all this. I, through a sneaky way, got the tip that I needed to stay in a temple. But that hasn't worked either. The strangest remains however, the strange silence in battle. As if dad wants me to fight, and only fight.
I set out with mister Brodie and mister Oragastus also on a small adventure. We encountered strange mushroom-like things, that make wine according to mister Oragastus. Besides that, lots of lizardfolk. It was an interesting journey, mostly because we also encountered a lich. It's my first. I was pretty much incapable of harming it, but mister Brodie & mister Oragastus took care of it. Anyway, the boat's docking. Take care, Rosey. |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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Re: Londo's diary
Posted: 18 Jan 2006 06:38 AM |
I'm... alone. It's killing me. In a figure of speech, of course. It's hard to imagine what has happened to me in those few days of not writing in you. Dad's pretty much has control of me now, and he's busy whispering me to lie to you also - as if I am even supposed to be dishonest to myself. I am having complete conversations with him, as if he's right there with me, and I feel great in his presence. In battle, when he is silent, it is a fantastic relief to not suffer from his whispering. But when he speaks again, a calmth flows over me, as if there's nothing in the world that can harm me. I spoke about it with people now, miss Cora and mister Connavar, and also another I will not name in this diary to keep her safe. She's in big trouble already with a certain woman, whom I warned her for. I hope she'll stay alright. I really do.
I dyed my armor black now. I don't know why. Dad said it would look nice on me. I think it looks, like others said, as if I'm the small version of a black knight. But at least dad has shut up about that subject, but now he keeps whining about me having to really do something about the people that have caused me hurt. I tell him he should go grab his ghostly behind and take a hike. I don't want to listen to him.
My head's pounding, Rosey, because dad doesn't like me talking this way of him. Take care, alright? |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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Re: Londo's diary
Posted: 25 Jan 2006 01:42 AM |
Dear Rosey,
It's been awhile since I've written an entry in you. My apologies for that. I didn't really feel like opening myself up, mostly because I would have trouble seeing the truth lying within there. But, luckily, I pulled a bit straight again. After a heated argument with miss Ulalume, I've once again thrown aside a path to follow another. I am going to be a knight of Aristi now -- even if it means walking the path in the Inner City of Ferein a thousand times. Even if it means I'm going to die. Either way, I made a mistake and am willing to pay for it. So I let my little brother back home deliver a message to Byron. Byron sent me a note back that it wouldn't be easy for me to be once again of the Aristi - I broke their strongest of vows after all. I feel silly for ever thinking about leaving the Aristi. They're good folk, all of them, and I really can't put my sorrow over that of someone like miss Blanche, who had to give her home away to now wait, wait and wait.
Accidentally, I thought about just going back home yesterday. But I don't know where I could get the money from to sustain mom and my little brother and sister. Dad's dead, after all, and he left alot of debts. I really don't know what to do anymore, and when I try to talk about it, it usually ends up in some advice I can't use. 'Keep going' might be nice for people, but those two kids are growing so quickly.. Is it right for me to adventure if I have a family at home? Not many adventurers have a family, and most of them would love to have one, so what should I do? Cherish what others don't have? Or go on, adventurering, and perhaps never coming back one day? My mind says the first, my heart the second, because being a warchanter was what I was born for. I am not someone that interests himself in watching plants grow, even though I really like nature.
All this thinking is starting to give me a headache - or it might be the goblin club I got on my head earlier this day - but either way, I have to get a dent out of my helmet and catch some sleep. Take care, Rosey. |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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Re: Londo's diary
Posted: 28 Jan 2006 12:35 PM |
Dear Rosey,
Some trouble at home, mostly because mom doesn't like me being away so often. She's afraid I go out with the wrong crowd. Of course, I have not told her about people like Dana and that big orc shaman, but still. She's too worried for me. I tried finding out why, which I was incapable of, until Mayrene (my little sister) said that it was because I'm the man around the house now. I was stunned! She was right. Ever since dad had died, I was the only one old enough to take care of them. Mom wasn't the type for work, besides, she was far too busy with Mayrene and Liston (Liston's my little brother). Anyway, I spoke with mom for a long time, and she finally admitted that she's afraid I might come home one day in a coffin. I comforted her but it sure did struck a painful string with me. I'm supposed to take care of them. It's the least I can do! But I don't want to give up my dream either. I will stay an adventurer. But from now on, they'll get a nice cut from my money. Besides the money already given to them for Kia, the maid I hired for them so mom would have a help around the house. Anyway, besides that, it seems Liston has been taking an interest in the daughter of the neighbours. No, I was quite a party animal back at home, but all I did was dance with girls - I saw plenty go further and kiss, but it isn't right to kiss with everyone. It's funny. So I told Liston to take it calm, be nice for her, but most of all; be himself. I felt like a wise, old druid when I told him that, but that makes no sense at all because druids don't have girlfriends. Far too busy with taking care of trees and such.
I'm in Icy Vale now, as you probably have noticed due to the amount of snowflakes now riddled over you. I'm glad I put that water-repelling spell on you. It was actually meant for tears but I don't cry often at all, now that I think about it. Anyway, I'm off now. Take care, Rosey, 'cause I'm sure we'll run in a few wolves on the way back and they seem to have a fondness for ruining my possessions sometimes. Nasty animals, I don't get why druids and rangers are so fond of them. They are like dogs but meaner and they don't listen as well. They're dangerous in other words! Oh! Note to self: Find someone to learn Elven from. I looked around in libraries for something that would enable me to learn it without a mentor but it's all way too hard.
But, I'm really off now, want to reach the Great Plains before sunset. I don't like the caves at night, even though it matters little. Ah! There I go again! I'm really off now. |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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Re: Londo's diary
Posted: 29 Jan 2006 11:36 AM |
Dear Rosey,
I have the most wonderful idea! I'm going to have my own newspaper! I got the idea from mister Lucius, who was sitting in the Icy Vale Inn together with miss Macha. We already came up with a name, The Golden Times. I'm a little unsure about it still. It's supposed to be something of a newspaper for all adventurers, rather then the 'common folk'. I thought about adding something of a magical creature in. How about The Pixie Express? Wait a minute... The Pixie Express! That sounds fun! Pixies are sometimes used as messengers after all! Anyway, I really see a future in this. The Port Royale newspaper seems to recycle old stories anyway! According to mister Lucius, anyway. But, I'll need alot of money to pull this up. If it gets popular, we'll need an office and stuff like that. But, I'm running ahead on things. I do know where the money I get from it all from goes. Home. Mom, Liston and Mayrene can live nicely then. And I get all I need from my adventuring. It sounds great.
I'm going to talk to several people to see what I'll need. I'll start it off on my own at first, then perhaps take on a few employees and perhaps, finally, have an actual newspaper office. That would be great, don't you think? I have plenty of ideas - interviews with famous faces amongst adventurers, tips as to where new passages and areas are sighted, and perhaps most important -- global events. The stuff about the Tear for example! It would be perfect to have it printed down for all to read. It might bring some clarification and understanding.
I really have to be off now. Bye, Rosey! |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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Re: Londo's diary
Posted: 02 Feb 2006 05:18 PM |
Dear Rosey,
Lately I've been very bored with what I've been doing these last couple months. It's starting to get a drag, just slaying all the enemies I encounter, makes me feel like I have nothing better to do. In other words, instead of almost dying because of dangerous monsters, I am now dying out of boredom. Now boredom is fightable but I know no way to achieve it - I do not have the patience for crafting and lately I have been lacking inspiration for new and original stories and, although to an extend, songs. I've been thinking up alot of things to perhaps counter this horrid thing called boredom but have so far, failed.
What is worse then boredom however, is prejudices. And I got plenty again. Mister Lucius seems to have a rather wrong look of me, thinking I care for 'profit'. He seems genuinely surprised that I cared little for the information that the gold I had almost died for, was given away to mister Garick. I was insulted! Mostly because, 1) Mister Garick is a good man and 2) Why would it not be a good thing to finally give something away for free? If everyone (especially nobles) would do that, Port Royale in particular would be a better place. I am not one to deny the pleasures of a fat purse though. I like food, and food requires gold, but my family needs it too. About half of the gold I earn nowadays goes in mom, Mayrene and Liston. I hope I responded well enough to mister Lucius to make him understand I am a knight, therefore never in need of lots of gold, because I am self-reliant.
Besides those two things, I am in desperate need of equipment. Better full plate is welcome and a better sword is now almost required. One day I'll have enough gold for the things I saw in that shop though. Although it will take me a long, long time. |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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Re: Londo's diary
Posted: 07 Feb 2006 01:10 AM |
Dear Rosey,
Short entrance, as I didn't want to keep you waiting. I'm deep in enemy territory. Gnolls all around me, really. Went here several days ago and haven't been able to sneak out - these Gnolls are more powerful then the ones I am used to. Oh, I asked Claudia on a date. I stuttered like a moron and I think it's a 'no'. Silly me.
Take ca... *several stripes and splatters of ink, obviously something out of the ordinary having happened* |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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Re: Londo's diary
Posted: 08 Feb 2006 01:46 AM |
((An RP story as to what happened to Londo will follow soon. I have been too busy and tired lately to RP, suffering from the piles of work that are left over from my 'constant-Vives-Online' time. I got through the hardest part now, but I trust on coffee now to keep me awake, which isn't a very good progress.
If anyone's searching, Londo is, for now, unfindable. No one seems to have heard a word of him as of late, except some commoners (truthfully) claiming he went in to the Midor Mountains to never return. The latest concerning fact was a conversation between two gnolls overheard by an adventurer, they spoke of a 'smalls knight' being on the recipe 'forz ze kooming feast'. The adventurer contacted the commoners around the mountains so they are up to date about this.)) |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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Re: Londo's diary
Posted: 08 Feb 2006 03:44 PM |
((Just as a heads up, Londo is not dead. He's just temporarily away because I have things to settle. I have a week of vacation in two weeks, and probably will be returning then ;)
Now, back to the IC stuff )) |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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Re: Londo's diary
Posted: 19 Feb 2006 08:26 AM |
| Well, I safely got back. It's been a very unpleasant ride, but I made it. I don't have much time to talk right now so I'll write down a detailed report later, okay? Yes, of course it's okay. A book can't think. |
-Londo Bywater, halfling warchanter
Londo's diary
Definition of a warchanter: A warrior that likes to sing a rhythm so he can hit harder and more accurately. |
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