[The journal is written with the letters in every word joined up, as if each word was written with a single line. Some words also seem to curve to the top of the page, as if the quill reaches the writers hand, but doesn’t bother moving it.]

Dear Journal I have grown so tired of this place. It is as if every creature here waits only for my arrow. The simple task of hunting has become so routine, I can barely stand it. I suppose there’s not much else I can do, hunting is my speciality, and I honestly don’t see anyone paying me for anything else. Oh well, another 3 dears and I’ll have enough gold to do me for at least a ten-day.

Dear Journal I have begun undertaking other activities, such as playing an instrument, magical study, even the study of the gods which I so rarely care for. All, dull, boring, even worse than the hunt. Is this truly all I’m good for? [Several dots are left at the end]

[The handwriting seems different. Each letter written boldly and the words no longer follow a slight curve.]

Dear Journal Something strange happened today. A human boy found his way into our lands. What a fool, he was merely playing in a forest filled with wild animals. At first I mistook him for another boar, so I fired. Honestly, what did that damm child expect?! That wasn’t the strange thing though. It seems the boys farther was not too far when I fired. He found the child and me clutching my bow, and even an idiotic human can put 2 and 2 together. The hunt began. It was obvious he wasn’t going to let me live, and I couldn’t even think about running carrying all these carcasses. It was either fight, die, or become poor losing my means of trade. I wasn’t prepared to die for that boy’s foolishness, so I fought. He fought with the strength of a brigade, arrogant bastard. To escape I ended up hiding behind trees, bushes, and in general, sneaking about. It seemed to work, he was too stupid to see past the “pretty trees” as all humans are. Since I’m writing this journal, it’s obvious who won. That fight was the most invigorating thing I have ever experience. Maybe this is it, maybe it’s not hunting animals, maybe I should take a step up, and hunt a far more dangerous prey, one that can think, act, and even win given the chance.

Dear Journal This new life excites me. I have left the elven lands and made my way to Waterdeep. In a land like that, where man fights man, it should be easy for someone like me to get my hands dirty. Only a few days travel. I can barely wait.

Dear Journal Something strange has happened. During my early morning hunt, I witnessed a small drow patrol. Strange, how did drow reach the surface? I soon found out when I witnessed them dragging several humans into a portal. Needless to say, I was curious, not to mention that I might find a suitable employer amongst them if given the chance. When I followed through, there was no sky, and the portal had closed behind me. Lucky for me, no one spotted me, and it’s harder to look for a target you don’t even know exists. I managed to sneak out the place, lucky for me it was only a small outpost and not a drow city. After a few days of travel, I found it. A strange place, a place I might learn to love, since it is filled with all kinds of creatures, all hoping to kill each other, sounds like the perfect place for me. “Sanctuary”, such an ironic name, I doubt anyone feels safe here. So the plan is set, find an employer and get some work done. I won’t be taking some random desk job; I’m in this for the thrill.

Dear Journal This city sure is a strange place. I spent some time exploring and found a few minor tasks to keep me going whilst I search for something bigger. I went to the town hall, and undertook the task of clearing out a few bats. The task was simple enough, and I even had the help of an orc-blood named Ursa. She seemed nice enough, which was good considering her size and style of fighting, she’s one of the few folk around here I wouldn’t want to get on the bad side of. After that more exploring of the town, though the place in upper, the rock, I just couldn’t stand that place. Every there seemed so happy and cheerful, blah, I’d rather be in a place where I can sit alone in the corner and not be disturbed. I found this other place called the crone, it should do for now. Even the rats in this city are big, perhaps later I could search those sewers again, and maybe confirm the rumour of a city down there somewhere. Even the rats in this city are big; perhaps later I could search those sewers again, and maybe confirm the rumour of a city down there somewhere. Meet a human called Skieth today, finally one of those things I can stand. We did a few jobs together, and ended up on a farm slaughtering pigs, I remember coming face to face with the farm owner too, and I sure loved that.

Dear Journal I hate that man in the sewers! He sends me up to the watch house with a key for some files, failing to tell me about the half a dozen other locked doors there. I caught one or two guards glancing at me, so they did see me and probably thought I was up to something suspicious. Met up with Skeith again, he seems the hard-working type. It fascinates me somewhat to see a human act the way he does. He almost seemed to study the undead we fought today. I heard hum muttering something about samples, so maybe he’ll appreciate these strange bones I found, and that shop I discovered, such an intriguing place. I kind of like this city, but I like what I find outside it more so.