I was shocked and amazed at the response I got from guilds.... and well, it made me feel good. The blushing kind of good. Never had I thought people would actively WANT me to be a part of their guilds! I thank you all. Because of this, I've had a particularly good couple of days....

Alas, I have decided to concentrate on training again, enough searching for weapon primitives. Such a drain! Such a bore! So lazy....

Ants. Who would have thought they could be so vile and evil and.... HUGE. These are most certainly not the termite sized annoyances of my youth.

Killer weeds, giant ants.... it's surprising Valorn has nto gone to dogs...

Giant dogs? Please no.... Everyone loves dogs but....

Alas, I have spoken to soon.

*a tear stain*

Leaving the Bunnies was hard. I wasn't expecting it to be this hard.

Alas, it just wasn't the same without Jimmy.

So now I'm wandering around guildless... reminiscing about all of the past groups and people I have belonged to. What a strange path I have taken.

Eye's all better now. Don't I feel like a clumsy fool

Still searching for those WPs...

Still completely being ignored by my cousin...

What's new? Nothing. Nothing at all.

Does this depress me? A little.

Should I try to be more social? No.

Should I look harder for WPs? Yes.


*sighs*

Eye just pink now, no longer weird, puss-like and melty looking.

Still a wee bit embarassed, but much better than having to wear a patch.

Yet, even allergy and poked-eye ridden, the Weapon Primitives allude me.

So cruel!

Having recently poked myself in the eye while hunting fuzzy-wuzzy Soul Leeches, I now have to wear a very unattractive eye-patch, so I have been spending all of my time inside my hovel until it heals. I don't consider myself to be especially vain but I just look absolutely ridiculous. I envy Pirates. They look ferocious and styling. I on the otherhand... well, you'll never know, now will you?


Signed by yours truly,
the clumsiet rogue to ever roam Valorn

Can't...stop...sneezing.

Who would have thought? Silly Soul Leech allergies.


Achooooooo!!!!


So, so, SO miserable.

Now, there are a lot of things that can be done with Korunga fruit. For instance, reknowned actor Meebles says it does wonders for the complexion when ground into a paste and applied to the skin. Cleodoxa made the most amazing Korunga Split desserts. Like Banana Splits, but with an almost cinamonny edge. Lord Bobo most certainly enjoys eating them plain and raw. Now I wonder... what sort of alcoholic beverage can be developed from this oh-so abundant and flavorful yellow fruit?

Do I trust myself enough to experiemnt? Or will this cause myself to burn my poor hovel down?

Hmmm....


Distillery anyone?

In a bit of a better mood than I was yesterday. I've decided not to give up afterall. I have to work on being patient....

who am I kidding? Aint going to happen.


I am a lot more like my mother than I care to admit.

If I start chanting and predicting your future based on the plat you give me... feel free to pelt me with Korunga fruit.

I can't make up my mind. Upon finding another Weapon Primitive, I've decided I might as well continue my search.

It's amazing how Dundee has changed. Whenever I come to this town, I am always amazed at the amount of new faces I encounter. Some I have enjoyed meeting, some... well... No one's perfect. Right?

My mother has asked me about her niece. I havn't replied. I don't have the heart to. Anyway, I've never met her, so what would be the point? "Well, I've HEARD she's here... beyond that, uh... well I havn't heard about her dying, so I'm assuming she's fine!" I'm sure that would go over well.

I need a vacation. Maybe a dip in the hot springs at Kilican. Hmmm....

I'm thinking of abandoning my search for the Ultimate Weapon... Quite frankly, I'm just beginning not to care. Let my mother say what she will.

Still trying to clean up my hovel. It's taking longer than my longest of expectations. I just might give up on this too.

I've never seen so many empty ale hats in my life.