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Tag 165
I found the Uthgardts Bunny. Wish I remembered the name of either.

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Tag 168
I never saw a grown man cry before I came to Thay.

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Tag 173
Since when did free people call anyone "Master"?

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This is too enjoyable.

Tag 310
Why hasn't anyone told me how wonderful yarn and strings are?

Tag 311
*The rest of this page is taken up by a red paw-print from some sort of massive cat*

Tag 314
I taste little sweetness.

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Tag 331
Algae thrives on the armor of Captain Talon.

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Tag 336
I cannot describe what I saw in common. It would only tarnish the holiness of the place.
Gestern ich ging in den heiligen Tempos Des Kriegers Erholung. Die Krieger von einst mich begrüßt in ihre ewige Krieg, und mein Herz hab Gewalt des Krieges gesungen. Auf dem Boden des Krieges die ätherischen Kämpfer meinem Blut verschüttet. Ich kämpfte einen Priester, und ich hoffe, ihn wieder und wieder zu kämpfen, nachdem für Thay meinen Kampf schickt mich zurück zu Tempos.
Heil Tempos. Heil Kossuth. Heil Thay.

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Tag 340
Sammael might be a scoundrel, liar, or a bad soldier. Aber ich würde seinen Arsch zerstoren.

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Tag 400
The Elves are more worthy of freedom than the Drow for I recieve less talons from the slavers for the elves than I recieve for the Drow. Who am I to deny them their death songs as they, dragged in chains, meet unspeakable fates rivaled perhaps only by the Nine Hells?

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Tag 403
*A paragraph has been rendered illegible*
I wonder who might also be reading this?
Definitely a Zulkir. The Zulkir of Divination, at least. Do I dare control my hand in the only space in which I feel safe and not scrutinized?

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Tag 417
This marks a week. For a week, an incubus has haunted my beds. I switched around with many of the other legionnaires, and I even negotiated into the Naval Barracks. The incubus followed behind every step. He showed me, in my painful sleeping hours, the night of the attack that turned me into a lycanthrope. He showed the beast of flesh and fur tearing apart Bloodstone, my horse named after my old home. He showed me the beast bite into my arm, the fangs sinking deep inside, tearing flesh and singing bone. Each night the incubus's vision lasted longer and longer. I will cure myself when Selûne shines her brightest. No compliments or gifted food is worth this sort of agony.