Bane's Boring Journal
Jul 20, 2015 14:46:10 GMT -8
Lιттle Ƭree (Cedar Ashland), Sheonna (Chione), and 1 more like this
Post by Baneberry on Jul 20, 2015 14:46:10 GMT -8
Baneberry's journal looks like this:
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Someone told me I should write in a journal, because it seems strange people like me should record our thoughts for people in the future to read and chortle over. I decided to go ahead and give it a try.
I am illiterate, so dear Solyl is writing everything for me. I am dictating my thoughts to him, and he is doing his best to write it down word-for-word...not that I would be able to tell otherwise, being unable to read and all.
I made him promise not to read this journal later. He seemed to imply that I was being a little daft, since apparently he already knows what is in this journal since he is writing it for me...but I insisted regardless, so he gave his word.
We own a business now. Two, really; a tavern and an inn. As much as I love traveling around the forests, it is not good for Solyl to always be in the open, exposed to elements, and sometimes in harsh terrain. A Drow is not meant to be on the Surface, much less gallivanting around the entire face of the Earth in daylight; it hurts his eyes, and I fear it is treacherous to his health. So I decided to settle down in the town here, and purchase a place of business to ensure Solyl will always have a roof over his head, food, drink, and coin. A place of safety where all of his needs will be met.
I do not enjoy being indoors...I am a creature of the wild, after all...and I become claustrophobic if I am in the tavern or in our room for too long. Sometimes when Solyl is in reverie, I sneak out the window to sleep on the roof. Don't look at me like that, Mìlsean, I always come back inside before you leave reverie.
All right then, I believe that's enough for tonight. We need to get some rest before tomorrow morning.
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Someone told me I should write in a journal, because it seems strange people like me should record our thoughts for people in the future to read and chortle over. I decided to go ahead and give it a try.
I am illiterate, so dear Solyl is writing everything for me. I am dictating my thoughts to him, and he is doing his best to write it down word-for-word...not that I would be able to tell otherwise, being unable to read and all.
I made him promise not to read this journal later. He seemed to imply that I was being a little daft, since apparently he already knows what is in this journal since he is writing it for me...but I insisted regardless, so he gave his word.
We own a business now. Two, really; a tavern and an inn. As much as I love traveling around the forests, it is not good for Solyl to always be in the open, exposed to elements, and sometimes in harsh terrain. A Drow is not meant to be on the Surface, much less gallivanting around the entire face of the Earth in daylight; it hurts his eyes, and I fear it is treacherous to his health. So I decided to settle down in the town here, and purchase a place of business to ensure Solyl will always have a roof over his head, food, drink, and coin. A place of safety where all of his needs will be met.
I do not enjoy being indoors...I am a creature of the wild, after all...and I become claustrophobic if I am in the tavern or in our room for too long. Sometimes when Solyl is in reverie, I sneak out the window to sleep on the roof. Don't look at me like that, Mìlsean, I always come back inside before you leave reverie.
All right then, I believe that's enough for tonight. We need to get some rest before tomorrow morning.