the games begin…
the Light of good and pure doth shine upon us all…
i think i know where my prophetic daughter gets her rare abilities…
within this journal, i once wrote (while in a mode of seemingly incoherent confusion): “…and so this wizard, a barbarian, a rogue, a cleric, and this other paladin-monk-type walk into this small arena… but this ain’t no ordinary battle colliseum, mind you, we are talking ’bout the big Karillians…”
then later i would write: “the Light doth guideth me… i witnessed a rat race… we are the rats… a gambling sport that turned into a gladiators’ ring for rat and imp alike… and even the victorious race-rat eventually was devoured by these petite-daemons… we are the rats…”
so it has come to pass that we are now participants in gladiatorial combat… our replacement for late duncan has a profound proclivity for gambling - i will keep an eye on her nefarious behavior… in competition, we dispatched with a beastmaster and some elven females… and in round two quickly dominated the damn dwarven team… however, in the semi-final round, we will face a mysterious, infernal beast…