Max's Journal.

Whew! Been a while since I wrote anything in here. Well, a lot has been going on, I've been too busy to whip out my journal and just start writing. Where should I start?

Okay, I'll start with that woman. I didn't like her since the first time I saw her. Ugh. Well, I can't say that I really appreciate most woman from their first impression. I mean, unless they're like Kit - you know, tough and rugged, and able to hold their own. I just can't stand sissy, faint-at-blood, city types. And that's just what this one was. Her name was Vaia.
Ohh, my name is Vaia, ohh, I don't do battles, ohh, I'm so terribly lost - would you mind helping me look for my staff of power?
Sure, I'll find yer staff of power. And when I do I'll pawn it and take the earnin's to the closest temple I can find, dump it right into the collection box, and forget all about you.
But, no, we ended up helping her. And on the way we had to kill some thugs because they wanted to kill us first, and that was weird, and I guess we're on the lookout for guys with black armbands, or something. I don't know. Usually when people like Vaia start talking I just hear 'blah blah blah layer cake, blah blah blah staff of power, blah blah blah'. I mean, I'm not in this party for my brains, right? That's why we've got Kit and Nalathesior and Az.
So after all this, we go into some pocket dimension to get a dragon horde. Let me say this now: I didn't wanna go into the other dimension, I didn't wanna kill anything for loot, and I didn't ever trust Vaia. But it worked out alright in the end, I guess. Except that Vaia just took off without a goodbye or a thank-you-for-helping-me.
So as soon as we got out of that pocket-dimension, there was this big poofle and I ended up in Brindenford (again) with only half of my party (they half that occasionally threatens to use me a kickball. I like to think that Jackle's just a big kidder and deep deep deep deep down he really likes and respects me. Yeah, I like to think that.) and a weird tattoo on the back of my neck. It's a 'T'. And it looks more like a scar than a tattoo, it's all blood red and stuff. But it doesn't necessarily hurt, it just kinda felt weird at first. Kit got one two, except I didn't know that because she got poofled with the rest of my team to another town. We met up on the road, halfway between cities. I still don't really know what it means.
Oh, and then this guy from the Thieves Guild approached me and told me there's gonna be some kinda thieves' uprising. I didn't know what to tell him at the time, but in hindsight I realize I should have told him that I wasn't interested because ever since the Thieves Guild rejected my application, I work for no one but me and maybe my family sometimes.
So that was weird.
It's getting late, I'll finish this up some other time.