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Unfitting pants adventuring company journal.

So far...

We join our hero, generic human bard, still trapped by a malevolent curse in the bowels of Beigey-o city, the city of misery and dullness. A city most damned, like all the 9 Hells combined, with one extra special hell filled with novelty song writers. There is currently a plague of The Ugly going around in the city. This is evident due to all the ugly people who seem to look alike.

The deity of unending pain and torment has cast the die unfairly on our hero. He is stuck once again without coin or employ. Afraid to leave his safehold in the fear of catching The Ugly, and seeing the hordes of The Ugly. He wakes up wondering to find out what the day would hold for him.
He goes to see what is on the scrying tubes.

"Same old drivel. Far eastern moving big eyed small mouthed grotesques. Western moving pictures inspired by far eastern moving big eyed small mouthed grotesques, flying men, untalented box playing partially hairy monkeys. and the usual assortment of screaming idiots, whores and fools."

He grows weary of the scrying tubes.

"Now if I had myself a Discus viewing device mechanism and some viewing discus then I'd be just right."

The problem with this plan is that there are not enough Trading Trolls. many of the Trading Trolls have been wiped out by the rag wearing nomads of the sandy lands. And, most of the merchndise he seeks is worth a hefty amount of coin but is never available at the most vile cathedral of commerce and shoes.

Anyways still dismayed he decides to read the towncryer's journals, apparently there is a shortage of energy in the lands.

"Now if they only would figure out that it is common sense that is needed for the future not all these useless educations. They don't teach common sense in the academe. Too many people not enough resources isn't it obvious?And, those sport-utility beasts that many ride are called guzzlers not because of the sound the make. Stupidity is a right, most people just abuse the right is all."

He tells himself. Wondering when the next great wars would happen.

"When will these fools learn?"

Our hero takes a long bath, wastes his time with books,then looks out, sighs. he is lethargic.

"Today is not a day for adventuring, nor is this whole year."