Mignon’s Journal – Entry Seven

April 6, 2010

Entry Seven: Still Spring – Still Year 847 of the 4th age. So we let Tulock back in the group, because apparently we are complete idiots. Oh well, it is only my entire life and afterlife on the line. What do those matter? Who cares if he screws it all up? I can’t believe that […]

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Mignon’s Journal – Entry Six

April 6, 2010

Entry Six: Spring – Year 847 of the 4th Age. Hey Tim, how are you? Bored? Want to hear a story from when I was a young young lass? Of course you do, you’re a figment of my imagination. You want whatever I want you to want. Anyway, this was back before I joined the […]

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Mignon’s Journal – Entry Five

April 6, 2010

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. […]

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Mignon’s Journal – Entry Four

April 6, 2010

Entry Four: Spring – Year 847 of the 4th Age. The party sure is getting interesting. I no longer feel like the odd girl out. With the addition of a lich, his golem and a mercenary with questionable morals, the team is finally in proper form to get things done. I had hoped lich Tulock […]

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Mignon’s Journal – Entry Three

April 6, 2010

Entry Three: Spring – Year 847 of the 4th Age. I need new companions… These ones are too much trouble to be worth traveling with. It seems everyone we meet has a history with one of them. A history which gets us into pointless fights. I’m getting sick of all the drama. You don’t see […]

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Mignon’s Journal – Entry Two

April 6, 2010

Entry Two: Spring – Year 847 of the 4th Age. I was born at some date, as people tend to be. This date however is lost to me as I was abandoned by my parents on the streets of the Al’Doran slums. Somehow I, a helpless baby, survived. I guess people cared for me or […]

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Mignon’s Journal – Entry One

April 6, 2010

Entry One: Spring – Year 847 of the 4th Age. I’m not sure why I’m writing these words down. I guess some part of me wants to be a part of history. The thought of being remembered, changing the face of the world, even in the slightest is a though that intrigues me. This is […]

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