[b]Farsdas, Moonstein, 234th year of our lord[/b]

Dear Diary,

Today was rather shit to be honest, [url=http://orokos.com/roll/160580]I have been tracking this deer for 3 days[/url] but it seemed like my arrows would just not hit true, and I ended up losing my favorites! I fletched that from an eagle I shot down in the Amalthea Forest. Then! As I was trying to slice it up, a Goblin snuck up on me! [url= http://orokos.com/roll/160581]The cheeky little blighter nearly got me too.[/url] The bastard, I was never as good with my sword as my bow, but he was too close to shoot. [url=http://orokos.com/roll/160582]I couldn't bring up the blade fast enough and he simply side stepped it![/url] Then he tried to attack Fluffers, my pet wolf! I couldn't get to him in time to save him.

That cheesed Fluffers off something awful, and the little blighter nearly took the Goblin's head off!

[url= http://orokos.com/roll/160583]Something about the Goblin attack seemed off...[/url] All I could really remember, were that goblins normally traveled in packs, not all that useful but I felt it was an omen, and it was my time to go. 

After I finished cleaning the deer, I packed it up to sell in Titania. 

[b]Sluhjdas, Moonstein, 234th Year of Our lord[/b]

I tried to sell the meat to the local butcher, and the hide to the tannery. [url= http://orokos.com/roll/160588]I tried to get more money, a payment in advance for my hunt[/url]. That never works though, and they both told me to fuck off. The merchants in Titania are rude. Then I saw an old Friend of mine, he was being chased by the guard though. [url= http://orokos.com/roll/160590]I wondered what the hell was going on...[/url] That's when I noticed the bags of gold he was carrying, and realized he was most likely to be arrested. I couldn't resist the temptation of easy gold though!

I yelled to him and joined the fray to fight the guards, I tried to take out one of the guards with my blade, but he easily batted mine aside and returned with his own...

[url= http://orokos.com/roll/160595]I'm bleeding out now[/url] and I likely won't make it... If I die, I'd like everything in my posession to be left to the 5 adventurers I met:

To Geckle, the Halfling Druid: I leave my Spear, may it pierce the hearts of your enemies
To Ms. Zelenki, the Elvish Bard: I leave my Diary, I hope you find it's stories entertaining, and can weave them into great songs.
To Alexander, the Paladin: I leave the Scale armor of my Father
To Gwenaël, The Ranger: I leave my bow, may it fly your arrows true
Finally, to Fulsom, the Fighter: I leave my Shield,

What gold is left on my body is to be split between the five of you. Thank you so much for saving my life and ma

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At this point, the Lawyer who had a hold of the "will" stopped reading, "That was the last thing he wrote, the wound he received was grievous, and pouring through this diary, I can not even tell you his name." The office was cramped, on the desk between the adventurers and the lawyers was a chest, inside laid five parcels, divvied out, monogrammed with the race and first name of each person.

The air was thick, and the wails of agony from the prison next door seemed to be the only thing capable of breaking the silence. After giving the adventurers some paperwork to sign, he continued, "In fact, we have no next of kin. You 5 are the only people who probably even knew he was alive. Such a shame, it's wrong for people to go out like this. The guards assure me that he was not in pain but..."

The lawyer grimaced.

"He was alive long enough to write out his last will and testament, and at the end his writing gets shaky and nearly illegible."

"I'm sorry for your lost."

He ushered the group out of his office after the paperwork was signed, and as they left, they saw a nearly inconsolable couple crying deep loud sobs as they passed.