Role

Chapter 5

{This entry is preceeded by almost sixty pages of poorly drawn birds,
half-composed musical scores, and smatterings of poetry.}

Has it been this long? I thought I'd been more judicious about updating
this journal. I guess not. I am a bit of a flighty fellow.

So, I joined the Free Folk some time ago. Some dastardly people among
them. Adira, a dreadfully delightful deadly drow gave me a home and said
she'd kill me if I disappointed her. To be fair she did kill me, but it
wasn't an issue of disappointment and I managed to return the favor.

I don't think she'd be disappointed, though, as I've now taken her place
at the pinnacle of the branch. Imagine me as the new Nightreaver. I had
to kill another drow for it, though I don't think she's a drow, but
rathersome frost giant-kin or something. Who knows? I ate her. Cold, but
delicious.