Elvith Loryax, Speaker for the Trees
Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 12:10 am
Entry 1
I’ve recently decided I’m going to keep a journal of my exploits which will be proclaimed throughout the land, for I am Elvith Loryax, speaker for the trees. Except for the ones who can talk, they speak for themselves.
I shall call this journal… Douglas. A fine human name, I imagine that he’s a human, judging by the quality of the binding and the paper.
-Elvith Loryax
Entry 2
I picked berries today. Big blue berries bursting with brig bertuberence. Yes… bertuberence. I’ll have to get around to writing that down. I think I’ll eat one right now.
It seems they weren’t as good as I thought they would be, and they definitely weren’t as blue as I thought either. Perhaps I should have my eyes checked. I’ll have to write that down too, that way I remember to do it.
I’ve met a lot of odd people since I’ve traveled to Baldur’s Gate. For the life of me I can’t remember any of their names. No one here seems to appreciate the little things in life: a soft breeze on your face, leaves rustling in the trees, and a good gnomish polka. I’m sure they’ll learn the errors of their ways once they’ve danced with me. I’m quite the dancer as you well know Douglas. Jigging here, jagging there, tap the heels, twirl, Stop! Three-quarters backspin, bow to the judges, accept awards graciously. Yes, yes, it’s all coming together now. I’ll win the regional dance competition for sure.
People around here sure do waste a lot of wood though. Just yesterday I saw a group of people sitting around a campfire in the middle of the day. It wasn’t even cold out! What’s more one of them was an elf. He should have known better. I’ll definitely have to teach him the error of his ways. Speaking of elves, I’ve been hearing about something called Doron Amar. I’ll have to look into this as they sound like they know what they’re doing. I’d be very useful: tracking, berry picking, defending their lands, dancing, and I’m great at parties.
-Elvith Loryax
I’ve recently decided I’m going to keep a journal of my exploits which will be proclaimed throughout the land, for I am Elvith Loryax, speaker for the trees. Except for the ones who can talk, they speak for themselves.
I shall call this journal… Douglas. A fine human name, I imagine that he’s a human, judging by the quality of the binding and the paper.
-Elvith Loryax
Entry 2
I picked berries today. Big blue berries bursting with brig bertuberence. Yes… bertuberence. I’ll have to get around to writing that down. I think I’ll eat one right now.
It seems they weren’t as good as I thought they would be, and they definitely weren’t as blue as I thought either. Perhaps I should have my eyes checked. I’ll have to write that down too, that way I remember to do it.
I’ve met a lot of odd people since I’ve traveled to Baldur’s Gate. For the life of me I can’t remember any of their names. No one here seems to appreciate the little things in life: a soft breeze on your face, leaves rustling in the trees, and a good gnomish polka. I’m sure they’ll learn the errors of their ways once they’ve danced with me. I’m quite the dancer as you well know Douglas. Jigging here, jagging there, tap the heels, twirl, Stop! Three-quarters backspin, bow to the judges, accept awards graciously. Yes, yes, it’s all coming together now. I’ll win the regional dance competition for sure.
People around here sure do waste a lot of wood though. Just yesterday I saw a group of people sitting around a campfire in the middle of the day. It wasn’t even cold out! What’s more one of them was an elf. He should have known better. I’ll definitely have to teach him the error of his ways. Speaking of elves, I’ve been hearing about something called Doron Amar. I’ll have to look into this as they sound like they know what they’re doing. I’d be very useful: tracking, berry picking, defending their lands, dancing, and I’m great at parties.
-Elvith Loryax