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What a Trip
I've been absolutly everywhere, from Baulders Gate to Waterdeep, and all around the land, but the physical punishment for doing so is wearing down on my souls, if you can even call certain curses that at all.
After killing every living thing inside some nobles' old mansion, we left and dear lords, fought a dragon. We weren't ready, but somehow, we survived, but with one fatality. But I just have to put it in writing.
I played the support role of any mercenary group as best I could, and if I hadn't healed goodnight dragon, we would all be dead. If I hadn't healed winword, the rest of us would have perished. If I hadn't healed dreadnaught, he would have died. Winwards death is heartbreaking, and ill morn as the best I can under these conditions, but goodnight Owes me. And right now, nothing will satisfy. Im not in clear headspace to set parameters or a deal. So for now, winword, I hope I can make your grave look nice.
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The Second Month
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Next Day.
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Fuck Today!
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Does Death Determine Docility?
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Crushing my Spirits
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Oh. I Think We're Fucked
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Well *I'm* not Fucked
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Clearing Through the Mind Fog
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I Don't get it
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Castle Crashers
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I Cant do this Alone.
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What a Trip
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"What a terrible fate you must endure"
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It's Been a Day
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