Mignon’s Journal – Entry Five
Entry Five: Spring – Year 847 of the 4th Age.
I forgot how annoying Sir Tulock could be. I appreciate his evilness, but he is a little too evil for me. Well, maybe I should say he’s just a different type of evil than me. He is, well, chaotic. Evil for the hell of it. Evil without order is a scary and dangerous thing. Luckily in Sir Tulock’s case it is also a very incompetent thing. It may sound odd coming from me, someone who breaks the law for a living, but evil should have order. There is a time and a place. There are acceptable targets.
A good person would scoff at these words, they always seem to lump us all together. I’m nothing like those creeps who follow Asmodeus or a Khornate berserker. The good folk like to see people as black or white, while I like to hum along in the darker shades of gray.
I know this makes me sounds like a delusional idealist, but I’ve never considered myself evil in the moral sense. I’m definitely not good, but evil seems to be a bit harsh. I prefer to avoid unnecessary bloodshed as much as the next person, although what I see as necessary may be a bit skewed. In this way all those “good†paladins running about smiting anyone who ever did an evil deed are much worse than I. Those close minded assholes who can’t even think for themselves.
Woah, seems like I went off on a tangent there. Do forgive me. What was I talking about? Sir Tulock? Why was I talking about that idiot again? Whatever, I’m not sure if he is worth keeping around. He’s unpredictable and the only one of us not under contract. I can’t afford any risks. My standing with the Guild Master, my entire career is at risk here. I need that stupid sword. If I mess up I’ll never be able to show my face at the guild again.
Addendum: Shit, shit, shit! We had it! Our quest was over! Then Tulock had to go and fuck everything up. I probably shouldn’t have tried to kill him like I did, it sort of goes against everything I wrote last night… He’s A lich though, I guess. It’s not like it would actually kill him. I’ve got a bit of a temper. Whatever, I’m through with him. His only value was entertainment. Who else polymorphs into a gelatinous cube after trying to grapple an elemental and then immediately gets pummeled to death?
I don’t think I have ever been so angry. It’s not like me, really. I just want this stupid quest over with so I can get a nice cushy job as the head of a chapter of the guild in some backwater town. I’m sick of this adventuring shit. I’m just not cut out for it. Ah, what am I saying? I’ll end up adventuring until the day I die, bitching all the way. Makes for a more interesting journal after all. Let’s just hope the day I die isn’t soon.
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