Well, the crown has gone on its way though I do not know where it has gone. I sit here at the pond, my mind wandering as it tends to do sadly my thoughts are not good ones as I yet again ponder my existence, and why I feel cursed to feel rejected or alone no matter who I am with or where I go. Why does my own mind hurt me so?

I can't believe it, I've had the Enchanted Crown of Munificence for half a cycle, and it seems every time, thanks to the crown, that the crier announces my un-jerkness... someone asks me who was calling me a jerk! It is amusing and so very, very sweet that others rush to defend me in such a way. I enjoy being helpful, I am glad people see me as someone they can trust. I am glad I've learned to trust myself again. I feel... whole. I've never felt this way before in my life, and no person gave that to me, do I like being alone.. no. But I also know I have to trust my heart, my morals, and my beliefs.

Will this feeling, this longing ever go away?

I would rather die knowing I gave this world my best, than to live and know I didn't.

I knew some people's dislike of athority around Valorn. But today I came face to face with animosity as there was no Iron Order to take command and I was the highest adventure awake to take care of Abayde's toys and minions, as I and a couple others were doing well though it was tough. Then I had an adventurer be down right rude running around spawning more zombies over running the town with small ones just because they can run past them, not caring that the towns people and smaller adventurers can not. Not caring that there is an order and plan in place for this. And when I asked him to stay still so we could dwindle down the numbers he basically told me off preferring to do his own thing, making the task of those actually fighting this correctly more difficult as he would draw away zombies someone was working on and have it double up making the next spot harder for them. Some people never learn that sometimes you have to work together.

It was a very interesting turn last turn. The gods decided to charge us for every death! Then proceeded to kill us in many different ways! As well as an invasion of reapers that were nearly impossible to kill. Despite this I fought as hard as I could, though it was interesting to compare deaths with other adventurers. At the end of the turn we found the gods were playing a joke on us all... I was exhausted, and nearly passed out standing up. But my energies were renewed as the Crown of Munificence came to me. I've never worn a crown before! Low was not pleased the crown left him to come to me. I doubt it will stay long, but it is still an honor to be allowed it's presence for a time.