My name is Roger Darkesworde...

... and I’m a PC in a Dungeons and Dragons game. I wasn’t always; for most of my life I was a free man. Now I don't know how much longer I'll live with this madman controlling me. I'm assembling my journal entries so there's some record of my life and death. If anyone finds this please get it back to my parents in Farmington.

Mom, Dad, I’m sorry I never came back.




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Tuesday, April 8, 2008

Postscript to Day 19

Editor's Note: Here is the first of what I hope to be many mid-week extras. Some (like today's) will be short journal excerpts that wouldn't really make a whole entry on their own. Others will be commentary, behind-the-scenes stuff or historical facts about the time period Sir Darkesworde lived in. Hope you enjoy!

The following postscript was scrawled without a date under the Day 19 entry, presumably added in later on the same day.

I got a chance to look over my shield in full light. It's already warping pretty badly. The wood is splitting near the edges but the rim is holding it together. I'm sure it'll only get worse. Pretty soon it'll be more of a danger than an asset, so I'm going to have to learn to get by without a shield for a while.

The good news is I still have the sword I found in that hellhole. Has a little rust but pretty minor. Must've been well-maintained. Nothing compared to the Darkesworde family blade, but still pretty nice. I've never owned two swords before!

I've been watching the way Gunther fights and how he uses his sword for defence. He says he never uses a shield. I think I'll ask him to show me some of that. I always told myself I'd never be one of those pricks who runs around with two swords - they just look so stupid! - but if I can learn to guard well enough to do without a shield for a while, I guess it's good enough for me. We'll see.

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