Diary of Duchess Blisse* Entry 1

[rokenford]

Ink Ink ink. New nib. Fresh Journal.

I love the smell of a fresh journal. Clean crisp paper, Stiff leather. Fresh glue. Ahh Goddess be praised.

Life at uni remains unchanged. The noble kids still want me to join their little clique. I'm sorry if I don't get off on class/racism.

Had a bit of fun the other day though. Made one of the assholes always hitting on me think his room is haunted. Little bit of Thaumaturgy to make some whispers and creepy laughter while he was trying to get with some younger girl. Fucker ran out of his room with robe wide open and tripped on his belt. 

Mr. Doctor Professor has asked me to go into the basement library tomorrow to fetch some maps and other papers on some crystal. He's being very secretive about it. Kept muttering about "power." He always told me that knowledge was power, but what do I know?

Anyway, he told me to bring my mace, just in case. Rats or something. 




*Note: These posts will be the personal journal of my D&D character loosely based on my impressions of someone I know from Google+. She has encouraged me to  Character sheet can be found here.

Comments

[blissmorgan]

::soft happy scree::

[blissmorgan]

Oh, did you call him Mr. Doctor Professor because that is how I referred to the married university professors while I was studying for my Masters or is that just delightful coincidence?

[rokenford]

That's exactly why I called him that. 😄

[blissmorgan]

ilu

[wa_bob]

Oooooh! This sounds like fun!

[rokenford]

I hope so. I've got a few weeks before the first session with the group, so I'm doing like a lead-up to where my character will enter the story.

We'll see how long it lasts haha