Entry no. 79

I gave up on the idea of time tracking. Every kingdom here has its own calendar system and every village has its own idea how to implement that. Like one week there is only Friday, Monday and Sunday (in that exact order) and then they get Thursday, Thursday, Thursday, Thursday, Saturday Monday and so on...

The new demi is doing quite well. Her tanking abilities nicely supplement the insane amount of damage Neira can output and contrary to most tank builds I know, she can also stand on her own.

On the downside, my back can hardly keep up with their demands. When it comes to their claws, heavy duty leather gloves do nothing.

Entry no. 80

We stopped by a small village amply named Fart.

I think my nose died. I can’t smell anything.

Entry no. 81

Stupfid mastah stupfrid beeeekh.

Entry no. 82

It seems I have to put on some safety on this book. A certain demi been doodling all over my notes. Should I be impressed? Neira is teaching herself how to write. Caught her practicing runes in the sand. Demi’s cheeks puffs out when they’re embarrassed. Cute.

…And painful. My face is bleeding.

Note to self, reconfigure restrains on the slave seal.

Entry no. 83

Not so much happening out here in the mountains. Hardly anything to hunt. Although… I do keep getting a weird feeling something is following us.

Entry no. 84

Just to be on the safe side, we did a little bit of backtracking. Not so far away from our camp we found something squashed beyond recognition.

Judging by the teeth size and the fact it was able to avoid our detection I should probably thank a certain slimy meddler.

Entry no. 85

We found a nice farming spot near the border. A little valley en route to Hippyru. There are several goblin nests in the vicinity and an empty cave I can use as a workshop. A perfect grindspot. We shall stay here for a while.

Entry no. 86

I’ve got an idea how to make a cheaper version of a recovery potion. If it works, I’ll make millions just by selling that.

Entry no. 87

Testing strengthened recovery formula number 527. To reduce the cost and complexity of the potion I have substituted the dried Fuku root with boiled leaves of Agafarog that have the similar properties and are readily available. The resulting potion has good consistency and a pleasant smell. What I’m bothered about is the uncanny, electric pink color of the distilled solution. The preliminary toxicity tests went promising and I am ready to test the potion. To be on the safe side, I shall test one tenth of a standard dose.

Entry no. 88

Formula 527, failed.

Entry no. 89

I’m wet, cold and tired of sleeping on the ground. When we get to a town, I’m getting the best room I can. Well, the girls also earned a break. Too much stress lowers their efficiency. Time for some grooming.

Sigh, my poor back.

Entry no. 90

How I love melons. Dipped in oil. A lot of oil.

Entry no. 91

I’ve got another weird skill this morning. First the pillow and now… “The Knot”.

I think I should sell those Demi.

Entry no. 92

So, it is official. By the order of darkness, I got myself potato duty. Just what I needed. Hunting for stuck souls. According to Death, I should be able to see them with my “Death Sight” skill. We’ll see. I’m taking Savile with me. Just in case.

My first “customer” is a local pleasure girl from the down town. From what they told me, she refused service to one of the *bitch* monks with a rotting dick. Her owner clobbered her to death then disposed of. As a result, we went turd fishing in the dumping pits. My trash rolling mastery leveled up again. Weee…

Entry no. 93

It seems all went well. Unfortunately. Without a better option, we went to disinfect ourselves at the local bar. On the way back, I found a medallion of the “Rurrrg lul shgralgh”(Legendary Rare) and got rid of it as fast as possible. My spiritual butthole won’t tolerate more than one tentacled deity.

Entry no. 94

I’ve drank what would kill five men on the spot yet, no buzz to be observed. The joy of having high con continues.

Entry no. 95

I’ve made some plans to circumvent the locked gate. If the guild master proves to be as powerful as I hope, we should be out of this damn empire by the end of the month.

Entry no. 96

Death came by for tea and cookies. She seemed overworked. I did not push the issue but, something bad is going on in the empire. Best we escape while we can. I hope the tonight’s party won’t turn out to be a waste of time.

Entry no. 97

[the page is covered with dried slime]

Oh, oh, is this the book where you write something for your friends? I like cookies. The fluffy ones, with chocolate. No cinnamon. And kittens! I mean I like fluffy kittens, not cookies with kittens! They are so cuddly…

Ahem,

All the blessings from,

[the paper burned out and crumbled leaving a gaping hole]