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By morning I'd worked up the courage to show my face and chat up some of folk in the tavern. Maybe it was the lingering alcohol that loosened my tongue or sheer foolishness. If I hadn't done something soon, I might have died of boredom making my limbs feel like they were full of ants. I had to find out what was going on with that dungeon.

Over breakfast, I met the Goose Knight who wasn't really a knight and an Alchemist I mistook for a scribe. The not-Knight said he was a squire working to become a Knight but he'd lost his Knight on the road. I laughed, thinking he was joking. He wasn't. I can only guess that his knight had died and he'd failed to save him.

I saw the pretty woman and her guard again, too. Turned out she wasn't a princess at all but a priestess of a so called Order of the All-Seeing Star. Some religious humbug. The types that claim to help the poor, then steal your money and make you thank them for it. Common opinion around the table seemed to disfavour them. Their faith and practises were eagerly interrogated and poked fun at. If it affected them, they didn't show it, holding steadfast to their believes, eagerly spreading the good word of the All-Seeing Star.

Ludvik's diary entry chronicling day one of his adventures exploring the dungeon of the night foxes. In character diaries for a local LARP.

i also got a new sketchbook and have been sketching more in the meatspace. i bought watercolors to try and experiment more with color. i'll post more of those things soon (here and on my blog).

oh and i've been helping with home renovations occasionally:

Dear reader, if you've found this account, I'm either dead or you've stolen these pages. Maybe you killed me. Fuck you in that case. I guess I had it coming. Maybe I never deserved this second chance. I'll let you decide for yourself.

A month ago, I met graveyard keeper Sixt just outside the city gates Zenith. He's a weird guy. I don't know much about him. He saved my life so I felt like I owed him my company, at least for a little while. I didn't know the extend of my debt then and was happier for it. Since we started our adventure together, I've grown increasingly nervous of his presence and influence on me.

Sometimes I catch him whispering to himself. I'm not convinced that he isn't possessed, or some ancient being that's taken to haunting me and finds delight in my torment. He possesses a sizeable fortune of gold that he inherited from his family, the graveyard keepers of Jasper, a sizeable town just south of the capital. I don't know what happened to make him leave or who tends to the dead in his absence nor did I know that dealing with the dead was so lucrative.

Ludvik's diary entry chronicling day one of his adventures exploring the dungeon of the night foxes. In character diaries for a local LARP.