Well, I found a blank book in the library today. Might as well do something with it....
Marley had me steal some jewels from the mage guild today. Wasn't terribley hard to acquire, they look expensive, and should be able to keep precious Becca fed. She's been very thin lately. I'm worried about her.
Brought Marley the jewels today, he looked at em and said that the jewels were enchanted with powerful spells. He said that the watch will be lookin for em for sure and that he didn't want to purchase such hot property. I needed the money but not the heat. I decided to talk to Valressa for advice. She insisted on doing one of her stupid tarot readings again. I told her while she shuffled the cards that I was going to another town and taking Becca with me, maybe the jewels wouldn't be so dangerous to have in another town. She just frowned and continued drawing cards. Kept on drawing the death card to freak me out.
The town guard have started looking for the jewels real hard. I descided to pack up and take Becca with me. The Town guard has started patrolling the roads looking for these jewels. I'm starting to think Marley set me up. We stayed off the beaten path, eventually meeting paladin's of Hoar. They seemed like nice enough fellows. Said they new a shortcut to the city through an abandoned dwarven mine not too far off. Also said they'd take me and Becca with em, to make sure we didn't get hurt. Goin to sleep now. One of the Hoarans is lookin at my pack funny. I told him I'd keep watch if he wanted to sleep. He grunted his decline but stopped staring at my pack.
We made our way to through the mines. Wev'e gotten pretty deep. Becca's getting so cold. I gave her my cloak but it isn't helping much. The hoarans started acting funny, whispering to eachother and giving me dark looks. Finally they stopped, grabbed my pack, took the jewels, and called me thieving trash. They started beating me to the ground. Becca began to cry for me and they slapped her in the face, calling her, "a daughter of vile filth." I punched one hoaran off of me, picked up Becca, and began to run. I think we lost em now. But I don;t have any idea how to get out of this mine.
Oh dearest daughter I can only see the night the drow came after you and me. They took us both, dragged us deep, into the pits where darkness creeps. There they took you and made me watch as you were brought to their altar of Lolth. There they cut you with unholy blades, Until your skin just whithered away. They cut me too. With cold knifes, and left me for dead at a cell's floor. I removed a knife, hidden in my boot, and it told me to avenge you. So I obeyed. I picklocked the cell door. Then silenty cut till every priestess lay dead on the floor. I snuck otside, and through many a cave. Until I came upon sanctuary. Their I cried, because you had died. Knife whispering to me all the while: "Slice, Cut, Slice, all religion away, until they're all gone, so Becca can come out and play."
Killed a man in sanctuary today. Nelas helped me. I nailed a Tarot card of death into the dead man's chest because the knife told me to. Nelas called me "card" after that. That's my name now.
Talked to knife today. She said I'm no good at poetry...