Savage Tide : ECL 6 Bazland Stiffpole dwarf fighter 2 / psychic warrior 4: journal entry 7

                              {Monday 26th}
     Today I lost a friend, a comrade, and a brother.  Oaken was his name, a once mighty druid with his cat, Bosco. Me and Oaken were in the front fighting as usual, like we have always done. Both of us melee and sometimes I need healed; and that worked for everything but this gibbering mouther. It swallowed him whole and I assumed he had died instantly, but that was not the case. After cutting the monstrous ooze in half I saw the remains of Oaken also cut in half. His blood and guts mixing with the creature that I have now slain. Pissed off I pulled out my fellow comrade and repeatedly cut that ooze in bits and pieces, until that thing was gone from my eyes. So I did as he would do to any fallen comrade. I respectfully grabbed his gear off of his dead body. In honor of Oaken I made us push forward through the dungeon because that's how me and Oaken did it. We gave him an honorable funeral by sea when we got back to the boat.
                            {Tuesday 27th}
      I now feel less emotions about killing random people; I could care less what happens to them. In fact, I could care less if this whole boat burned down. I would probably start the fire, kill everyone on board, loot their bloody corpses and move on with my terrible life. But I can't do that, I mean how else am I going to get all of this loot back home.

                            ~Bazland Stiffpole~