Waterdhavian Intrigue

Fools, all of them!

Dear diary,

Today I finally was able to get over the terrible flu I’ve had since I arrived in Waterdeep. That wretched prostitute probably gave me the contagion. Thats the last time I hire a discounted whores. I decided to look for work in town, seeing as though no matter where I go on this good for nothing, bloody country, there are always job boards in the center of “town.” The decor is simply revolting, and the fashion, non existent. This fellow I met named Spot… yes Spot, looked like he was wearing the same thing since the time of troubles. Anyway I met these paupers at the board and seeing as though I needed some meat sheilds, I befriended them just in time to be be-raided by this poof guard named balls or something. We went to his superior to get the details on the job as well as try to get him fired. Met some other peasants of not much importance. They were crying about there father, luckily I found him and he’s dead. Now to go kill some owlbears. I wonder how many fireballs it will take to turn this forest into the nine hells?

Edmund the Black

PS, if Bauldrick uses the lavatory in your robes again, rip his wanker off. Tough love, he’s got to respect you.

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