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Life of a Roguess
Thursday, 31 July 2014
Emmy @ 18:19 - Link - comments
[SIZE=7]It took me a while to finally remember how to etch things into anythin, the last time I had done anythin like that was for a dear friend. This time, it was somethin I ain't ever etched anythin into. I gotta admit, it didn't turn out as perfect as I wanted it to be, but it did look nice. Now maybe he will remember where he belongs.

Who would have thought with the way we met, he would become such a good friend. I ain't ever been ordered around and dismissed so many times as when we first started speakin, and that ain't countin the wasted ale that I wound up wearin, but now, I'm glad I stuck to me guns and got to know him. I realize I do not know him as well as I would like, I don't think he will ever fully open up to anyone. I'll take what he is able to give me though. He is one of the few that I do cherish and consider a brother to me. I just hope he has a safe journey and returns soon. Who else will I be able to talk to and get mad at at the same time, eh?[/SIZE]
Wednesday, 23 July 2014
Emmy @ 19:21 - Link - comments
[SIZE=7]I don't know how many times I have said I hate confusion and yet I continue to find me self in that state. I gots so much goin through me head here lately, I don't even know which way is up and which is down. I probably couldn't even tell a rogue how to navigate the tunnels at this point in time and that's bad. I'm hopin I can sort this mess out soon, but knowin me, I'll stay like this for a while. But then again, I might not.[/SIZE]
Monday, 07 July 2014
Emmy @ 21:59 - Link - comments
After I arrived in these lands and had been here for a while, I met a warrior that became one of my best friends. Someone I could always turn to, to talk to, to tell anythin to without fear. One night after one of these talks, he asked me not to change. At the time, I told him not to worry bout me, I wouldn't change.

As I sit here by the lake, lookin out over the water, I can't help but remember that and wonder, have I changed? Have I become someone that he would no longer recognize if he saw me today? I use to think not, but now, I'm startin to wonder.

I'm restless, not sure what it is I'm searchin for. Maybe I'm searchin for that person I was when I first came here. I know it's a futile quest, no one can go back to who they once were. Too much in our lives happens to us over time that change us in subtle ways. The question I'm havin now is have I become someone that I can't even recognize any longer and that's the reason for the way I feel?