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

[Diana P.]

February 20th.

My leg's been stabbing like a pile of knives.  Ever since that battle 
with them undead two days back, I been walking with a limp.  Damn if I 
hadn't run out of that holy water.  I got to find me a priest to bless 
me some more.  But I did manage to collect me some coin from them 
zombies afore I went down.  I must say, I find it mighty strange that 
the zombies leave you alone if you play dead.  Mayhap it gives them bad 
memories.

Must say, this place I've landed in is pretty easy on the eyes.  Rolling 
hills, a river and a bridge going over to a city with pure while spires. 
  Mind, I'd prefer it if it weren't so damn cold.  There be a lazy wind 
come over the water -- one that don't bother to go around you, just goes 
right through you.

Must say that today was a better one than I had in awhile.  Me and my 
sword Onslaught met up with a noble on horseback today, and for once we 
didn't get spit on.  Guess that makes me a Freeman now.