12-21-2013, 08:42 PM
A Blandly Written Entry in Barry's Journal
"I died today. Twice I think. I'm certain it was death. One moment I was riding along with a band of mercenaries from Pyarados to stop some raiders, the next I awoke on the cold, hard ground, all alone, with my horse dead beside me. The next time was in the Tyraturos Catacombs, I came across a Kobold, I charged at it, but before my Morningstar struck, I felt a sharp pain in my back. I awoke, weakened extremely, I took my belongings that I could and fled the place.
Tymora has forsaken me. I know what I must do now. I will leave the cities of Thay, and live a simple life as a hermit. I must meditate on Lady Tymora, and perhaps gain her forgiveness."
"I died today. Twice I think. I'm certain it was death. One moment I was riding along with a band of mercenaries from Pyarados to stop some raiders, the next I awoke on the cold, hard ground, all alone, with my horse dead beside me. The next time was in the Tyraturos Catacombs, I came across a Kobold, I charged at it, but before my Morningstar struck, I felt a sharp pain in my back. I awoke, weakened extremely, I took my belongings that I could and fled the place.
Tymora has forsaken me. I know what I must do now. I will leave the cities of Thay, and live a simple life as a hermit. I must meditate on Lady Tymora, and perhaps gain her forgiveness."