Am I changing? Am I becoming more cruel? Or am I finally seeing
the world for what it is, a bunch of evil people who when given
power and opportunity prey on the weak? More and more I have the
urge to serve "Justice". But what is justice? Is it a swift kick
in the pants or a simple don't do it again? Is it time spent in a
cell whether it's a few days or the rest of their life? But then
again they're preying on the weak because who do you think pays for
their "room and board"? More and more I am of the opinion that
these people should be exterminated. Just be rid of them and be
done with it. And if it happens to enough people maybe others will
start getting the drift that taking advantage of the weak is NOT
acceptable.

I'm torn though because I also see the good in people and the
potential. What is it that drives us to madness and in excercising
this "justice" would I be looked upon as mad myself? I never
thought that being a hero would take so much toll on me. I figured
it would be demanding in the physical sense but I never imagined how
much emotional toll it would take. That's almost more demanding
than the physical stuff. I was always taught how to deal with
that. Just rub some mud on it, get up and keep going.

The more I am out doing hero work the more I distrust my fellow man
and the more bitter and angry I am becoming with those who take
advantage of others. Chastity's death probably hasn't helped in
that sense. But between the two of them I think Chastity got the
better end of the bargain. Poor Felicity is damaged for life. If I
didn't feel so strongly about adventuring and securing a future for
my Mom, my sisters and my future family I would settle down right
now and move her away from this town to start a new life. (Plus if
you squint while you're fooling around with her it looks like you're
still fooling around with Chastity too.)

For now I suppose that following the letter of the law is the way to
go. There's no sense in risking my family's future just to give
some dirt bag what's coming to him.

My compadres are becoming more and more interesting. While touring
the ancient city below Griswold was accused by the spirits of
destroying the city below. They called him Edward Grumby "The
Destroyer". We later found a book in the library with a picture of
this Edward and he looked identical to Griswold, robes and
everything. I guess he's got some geneology to look into.

That night we partied pretty hard. We started out in a tavern where
Bullfeif was. He's an interesting sort, ugly as sin, though the
girls didn't seem to mind. I guess power can be very alluring. I
finally out performed Mort last night too. He's bound to realize
sooner or later that he's finally got some competition.

The next morning our tour guide asked us to help him locate a Demon
that his uncle let loose on the city. The demon was a shape shifter
and likes to wreak havoc on people and cause trouble wherever
possible. Tracking it down was going to be difficult. He gave us
some tools to help us with our task, one of which was a pair of
lenses that show whether a person is shape-shifted, has an illusion
on, or is in their natural form.

We found a girl similar to the description given to us by our guide
that was in a shape-shifted form. I went and ludely hit on the girl
but was quickly rejected. I was certain this was not our demon
because if this was the demon we were looking for she would have
been more receptive, having ill-intentions of her own. Mort,
however, seemed to think otherwise. I wonder if he was just trying
to one up me again. Anyway we spent a lot of time and planning and
got this girl into Mort's bed. Schmendrick had carefully placed a
pentagram under the bed covering up part of it with a sheet which I
guess makes the pentagram incomplete. Once Mort moved the sheet the
creature was trapped. Mort was still hesitant and pleaded with her
to prove that she wasn't this demon. She made mention that she was
unable to show her form in this environment. Reluctantly Mort read
the banishment scroll(after being identified by the guide) and the
creature disappeared.

Once the guide left, Schmendrick said exactly what I was
thinking, "Well, that was the wrong demon." Mort about lost it. He
is a very sensitive person for such a big guy. Looking back I don't
know why we didn't just consult that magic mirror and ask if this
was the demon we were looking for. We had the right tool for the
job we just forgot to use it.

Maybe I should lay off of Mort for a while. He's been through a lot
lately and it seems like even though his physical form is getting
stronger he is getting more and more fragile.

I'm blind!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Somehow Kess managed to shoot me in the
eye. I've been told I will recover my vision but still I worry.

I'm not exactly sure how to relate the events that preceded.
Everything was so real but we all awoke as if we were dreaming.
Though I don't recall I was told I was severely wounded and had an
arrow sticking out of my eye, which would explained the blindness.
What is difficult to explain is how it got there. I was told that
Kess was aiming at the demon girl and I know that Mort was trying to
cut my hands off just above the wrists in order to remove the
shackles. The last thing I remember was the girl diving on top of
me and in lieu of feeling pain on my wrists I felt it in my chest.
After that everything went black and I awoke to find myself half
blind with everyone jawing about what happend.

After gathering ourselves and our things we headed off to Bristol,
again. Only this time things were a bit different. There was no
haunted house, although the house itself still existed. There were
several things that were the same but most were different. We
gathered as much info we could about the Sentinels and then headed
back to the inn. While we were there we discovered that the town
was having a huge problem with wyverns. Though I had never seen a
wyvern in person I was beginning to be quite familiar with them
between the stories Mort's granfather had told him and the recent
literature we had come across in Phoenix.

Mort was determined to help with the problem and I was more than
happy to assist. Once everyone was rested we headed to a pig farm
to set pig bait, lie and wait. It wasn't long before we saw one
flying above. Sheltering and concealing ourselves under a tree we
waited until the beast was good and close. Once Mort made his
attack the rest of us followed suit. We took it down on its first
pass.

We managed to take two more down in the same fashion before we drew
out the big daddy and his bitches. I think they're mad now.