Faded Myths

This is Dinwyth. Hello! How are you? I am fine, thank you for asking. What? No, no you can't touch my knee.

Where do I start? Oh yeah. Somewhere in the middle. That's where all god stories start. So Solica bugged me into getting a diary. Why? Hell, I don't know. She's weird like that. "Get a diary Dinwyth." "Get me some pearls." "Grow a beard." "Chop off your right leg." Whatever her mood is I guess.

So I got one. A diary that is. Only I prefer to call it a journal, since diaries are for girls and nancy boys. I got busted today for using the word "nancy boys" in front of a small child. Apparently it'll hurt his eas or something and he'll inflame in hell for the rest of his damnation. I don't know what that means.

We ran afoul of Jimmy the Wheel this morning. Jimmy's a small time thief who lives in Newtonberg over in Valkhemma. He steals things, which isn't unusual for a thief. occasionally he helps us out with information. He's called Jimmy the Wheel because he has a large wooden wheel in place of legs. They got blown up during the Mighty Fight or something. (The Mighty Fight, for those of you who don't read, was the first World War back in 1226. It was caused when a mighty king took a bite out of another mighty kings' mighty cracker. Man. That sounds dirty.) Anyway, Jimmy had gotten run over by a horse, and was on the verge of dying when we found him. We nursed him back to health, and in return he gave us some information. It wasn't very useful. It was mostly the weather for the week. Jimmy has a fascination for the weather, and a penchant for being able to predict it correctly. But hey, information's information, right?

Then we played chess all day. Yep. Today was real exciting. I'm gonna go drink some rum.

Yarg.