You see a list of figures and values. The ones near the front of the book are tidy and well ordered. Near the back they seem to be written as is convenient and small doodles and notes are written.

Shaundakul is fuckin' with me again. I'm in the Underdark. I don't think I'll see Snip and Kira again. Damn.

A doodle that looks like a small dragon and a hin woman is shown here. The dragon has a reptilian grin on it's face and is perched on the hin's head.

Thing is, I've ended up in some kinda city. Sanctuary. Dumb name. I need to leave this place, and fast. Problem is, the drow aren't going to give me my things back, and they ain't Letting me out, eithor. Ah well.

A doodle of a stick figure elf is here. He appears to be sitting on some kind of narrow pedestal, but on closer inspection, you can see that this might be a stalactite. He does not look happy.

I've got myself some decent gear so far. My firstday here, scored some half-plate offa an ogre they had a bounty on. An insane guy headlined the hunt. Priest of some odd order. He had spells and seemed powerful. Bears investigation.

A doodle of what looks to be a walnut faced man catching an ogre's axe in his bare hands. The caption reads: Thelonius.

Problems with some asshole. Ignored him completely. Unprofessional, bad for business. He doesnt get a doodle.

Anyway, rounding out my inventory are:

1. Naturally, two the the most perfect weapons to grace Faerûn, kukris. Keep 'em on the back o' my belt.

2. That ugly ass half-plate. Hear some gray dwarves in a merc fort nearby make custom full. Went to check it out, got the runabout, went to a kau-toa city, got the runabout, nearly died on the way back, and got saved by a badass dwarf. Don't remember the name. Getting 'rescued' is bad for business, though.

A badly drawn dwarf in heavy armor. He apparently tried to add 'details'. Didnt work.

Woke up this morning with some kinda plague. Didnt even know I was sick 'till I started puking all over the Town Hall steps. Bought myself some ingredients, mixed up a tonic, and I was feelin' alright. Thing is, everyone was getting it, not just people in Lower. I started helping a few others out for free an' all. Ran into some guy in a purple robe, said he had a chartered mercenary company going. Lagune.

Sacked some troggo's near the Dark Lake. Odd name, it was better lit than those damn mines. Less deep lizards, too. Client was a duager farmer. Made sure to wound some, maybe get a return call from the client. Charge extra for extermination. Anyway, they had nice swag.

3. Nice, light greataxe. Keep it on my back, dunno what it's made of, but it's great for whacking away at things when finesse ain't doing the job. Blech. Anyway, I keep it strapped to my back, over my kukris.

4. Nice longsword. Good for whacking away, but keepin' a hand open for a shield. This stuff is getting heavy. Keep is in a sheath on my side, noble style. Next they'll have me wearing tights.

On the way back, I ran into Lagune again. And guess what, he had Sam with 'em. Sam turned out to be a woman, and not a bad fighter, though I took her down easily enough using my tricks. She asked for a straight dual, too. After we finished bandaging her, she gave the the rank of Corporal. Never been in a standing company before, but I don't think my usual MOA is gonna work down here. Nowhere to run when the shit hits the fan and the powers-that-be get pissed. Gotta pretty this armor up, the company colours are purple and white.

There is a doodle of Sam Taylor here. He added the 'details' again, but most of it is shaded, and it looks good enough to be recognizable. She's rushing out of a shaded area, brandishing a weapon. Panic has written in pointers as to how her stance is off and what veins are exposed and the best angles to slit them.

Thought about school and dad today. Spent the day with some wizard chick and an another merc with an amazing sword. The wizard was named Lawl or somthing. Thayan. Ugh, Red Wizards pay terribly. Rather work for Zents. Anyway, she reminded me of the maglings at school. They were a buncha smug bastards. Haven't cast a spell in 11 years, but I still know mosta the spells she cast. I also picked up another 'Rod of Wonder'. Worse than the one I made! Dad wouldn't need to pop this one in a hole, it holds too little magic.