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	Gunther and I are ready to teleport into the wizard’s room. If there’s nothing written in this journal past this point, then my lack of success will be recorded regardless.		Gunther and I are ready to teleport into the wizard’s room. If there’s nothing written in this journal past this point, then my lack of success will be recorded regardless.
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Noctifer at 03:46, 13 August 2026

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	We traveled through two more of these coin thirsty towns before hitting the bordertown. Luckily, the helmet which Gunter carries as a mark of his guild has allowed us a reduced passage through the countryside and we enjoy the weight of coins in our pouches a little longer.		We traveled through two more of these coin thirsty towns before hitting the bordertown. Luckily, the helmet which Gunter carries as a mark of his guild has allowed us a reduced passage through the countryside and we enjoy the weight of coins in our pouches a little longer.

	We stopped outside of Oridal, in a town of ~~Haleland~~, where the party found itself in one of its stupid, irrelevant, time wasting arguments. This one was provoked by Maggie, who found it of the utmost importance to shoot at animals on our way across this new country. She made a huge deal over contacting local lords, through each territory we passed through, so that she could try for acceptance in hunting on their lands. I felt that this would be a waste of time, since we would not be here long, not be here long, and the inns along the way would not be expensive. And since when has she cared enough about money as to save it? Gunter came across with the point of it being useless a bit stronger than I did, and apparently hurt her easily confused feelings. She then moped around for a while and asked if I thought she was being obnoxious. I, of course, lied and claimed that she wasn’t, then proceeded to explain to her as one would a child, that time was more of the essence than coin. Giving her a light, patronizing pat on the head, I left the matter alone.		We stopped outside of Oridal, in a town of Haleli, where the party found itself in one of its stupid, irrelevant, time wasting arguments. This one was provoked by Maggie, who found it of the utmost importance to shoot at animals on our way across this new country. She made a huge deal over contacting local lords, through each territory we passed through, so that she could try for acceptance in hunting on their lands. I felt that this would be a waste of time, since we would not be here long, not be here long, and the inns along the way would not be expensive. And since when has she cared enough about money as to save it? Gunter came across with the point of it being useless a bit stronger than I did, and apparently hurt her easily confused feelings. She then moped around for a while and asked if I thought she was being obnoxious. I, of course, lied and claimed that she wasn’t, then proceeded to explain to her as one would a child, that time was more of the essence than coin. Giving her a light, patronizing pat on the head, I left the matter alone.

	On our way through town, I stopped at a stable to find Salvazia a horse, which would later be seen by Maggie as a waste of time and money, but again, who is she to understand the whims of an easily aggravated young woman, set on killing everyone in the group, who’s only degree of calm is on the back of a horse? I couldn’t explain to her that I did it for her own good, as it would only have left Salvazia seeming the evil sibling from the foreign land again.		On our way through town, I stopped at a stable to find Salvazia a horse, which would later be seen by Maggie as a waste of time and money, but again, who is she to understand the whims of an easily aggravated young woman, set on killing everyone in the group, who’s only degree of calm is on the back of a horse? I couldn’t explain to her that I did it for her own good, as it would only have left Salvazia seeming the evil sibling from the foreign land again.

WikiSysop at 09:04, 28 December 2012

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	Gunther and I are ready to teleport into the wizard’s room. If there’s nothing written in this journal past this point, then my lack of success will be recorded regardless.		Gunther and I are ready to teleport into the wizard’s room. If there’s nothing written in this journal past this point, then my lack of success will be recorded regardless.
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WikiSysop: New page: ==Game One== January 26, 2002 Introduction inscribed on the interior cover of the thin, leather-bound journal, finely etched with the initials NM. The language throughout is Thesh, thoug...

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WikiSysop: New page: ==Game One== January 26, 2002 Introduction inscribed on the interior cover of the thin, leather-bound journal, finely etched with the initials NM. The language throughout is Thesh, thoug...