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[Arcalian]

This is my last post for a while, as I'm going abroad for about a week. Farewell for now...
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Gerhardt pranced before Adrian and spouted what seemed to be random gibberish until he thought he would run mad.

"Look," he all but thundered, "The baby girl is ill, she may die, and no cleric can help her! Doesn't that mean anything to you?!?"

"Concentrate and try again, you are foe and not my friend," Gerhardt sing-sang, prancing before him. "With your blade you reap and rend, until all the world comes to an end."

Adrian was so infuriated he was likely to Bhaalscream from sheer frustration. For the first time in a long time he felt he understood what it must've been like for Sarevok.

"Adrian.....let me." Anomen's hand was on his shoulder.

"You?" Adrian was so puzzled he lost the flow of his anger for a moment.

"Yes. This trial....speaks to me. Please."

"Well you can have no worse luck than I, that's certain." He stormed off and sat on the cellar steps, morose.

The cellar stank of turnips even more than the rest of the house, which was not surprising as there was a turnip garden right in the middle of hte floor. The roof was open, letting the weak winter sunlight in. For a moment he wondered how they grew turnips in winter. Then, of course, he remembered magic, and of course Jan's myriad inventions. He should've known. He began to calm down.

Tree and Viconia were leaning against the wall, murmuring in low voices. Each of them gave him a sympathetic glance, but knew better than to speak to him when he was in this sort of mood.

At a loss of what else to do, Adrian pulled out the journal he had taken from Irenicus' dungeons. Past the lab notes on himself and Imoen and the few other entries he himself had made, he began to write. It wasn't a journal, exactly. More a record of his stream of consciousness.

I can't remember when I've been so angry. Well, part of it is Irenicus of course, and Imoen. But this gnome Gerhardt is driving me mad.

Then at the same time I wonder at the fact that I helped Jan so readily, without even asking for profit. Of course, he's a valuable member of my team, even more so now that Edwin is off on his mission in the Guild War. I always maintain my assets.

I don't like self-examination. It seems a waste of time. But nevertheless, anger management is becoming more of a problem for me. I must think. I don't want to end up like Sarevok.

Anomen seems personally touched by all this. I rather suspect that it has something to do with his own family, but I know not what, yet.

Adrian stopped, and deliberately did not let himself start writing about Imoen. He snapped the book shut and sighed, the anger draining out of him like water from a broken pot.

Anomen seemed to be making some headway; Gerhardt had stopped prancing, and was speaking in low, murmuring tones. The Helmite was down on one knees before the Gnome, almost at eye level with the elderly shortling.

Adrian brooded.

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Edwin, meanwhile, was getting his first assignment from Mae'Var. He was actually somewhat pleased; he would enjoy sticking it to these damnable Cowled Wizards.

[Laufey]

This is my last post for a while, as I'm going abroad for about a week. Farewell for now...
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Hope you'll have a good trip.

Adrian was so infuriated he was likely to Bhaalscream from sheer frustration. For the first time in a long time he felt he understood what it must've been like for Sarevok.

Oh yes.

"Adrian.....let me." Anomen's hand was on his shoulder.

"You?" Adrian was so puzzled he lost the flow of his anger for a moment.

"Yes. This trial....speaks to me. Please."

Ah, I like this little spiritual touch. Hope Ano does well.

At a loss of what else to do, Adrian pulled out the journal he had taken from Irenicus' dungeons. Past the lab notes on himself and Imoen and the few other entries he himself had made, he began to write. It wasn't a journal, exactly. More a record of his stream of consciousness.

I can't remember when I've been so angry. Well, part of it is Irenicus of course, and Imoen. But this gnome Gerhardt is driving me mad.

Then at the same time I wonder at the fact that I helped Jan so readily, without even asking for profit. Of course, he's a valuable member of my team, even more so now that Edwin is off on his mission in the Guild War. I always maintain my assets.

I don't like self-examination. It seems a waste of time. But nevertheless, anger management is becoming more of a problem for me. I must think. I don't want to end up like Sarevok.

Anomen seems personally touched by all this. I rather suspect that it has something to do with his own family, but I know not what, yet.

I really liked the way you used the diary, to show us more of Adrian's personal thoughts. It makes me feel closer to him. Now let's just hope he doesn't leave it lying around, like Sarry did.

Edwin, meanwhile, was getting his first assignment from Mae'Var. He was actually somewhat pleased; he would enjoy sticking it to these damnable Cowled Wizards.

And so will I, I think.