[RPG] [FEI] [Adv] The Journal of Swainson Hawkestone, Adventurer.

[Diana P.]

August 15th, Far East.

Well, it's been a few days since I been in this realm.  I still can't 
make head or tail of this war that's supposed to be going on.  One 
minnit it's on and the next it's off.  Makes no sense to me nohow -- I 
don't know how the knights keep it all in line.  Mayhap they just follow 
orders and don't ask no questions.  Not sure I'd be much good at that.

Sometimes seems like being a noble's more trouble than its worth. My Da 
was a noble and he was never happy that I recollect.  Leastwise that'd 
be why he made free with my Ma, who sure wasn't no noble.  She might of 
ruled the tavern, but that was all.  She sure was pretty though for a 
bar wench, even after she got older.  I can see why my Da wanted her 
instead of his uppity wife.

Not that Da wasn't uppity, but leastwise he learned me some things. 
Like how to write and fight and figger and speak nicer.  I miss the 
homeland, but when my half-sister Kestrelle got made Prime Minister I 
knew I had to make tracks.  She killed Da and she'd probly have me 
killed too if she knew who I was.

Leastwise I got one of my Da's old swords, named Onslaught.  Fine shape 
still.  I just have to make enough coin to keep it oiled and me fed. 
Blade's sharp as ever too.  Just me and Onslaught now in a realm I don't 
know yet, fighting giant critters that would love to have me for lunch. 
  Except I'm having trouble finding them these days.

I don't really want to be put in jail again neither.