Strad Session Report

Dear Diary,

I write this while waiting for my two strange companions to awake (if thats what you could call what the metal one does at night.) They both sleep so much. We have figured out that we need to collect three magical objects to unlock a glow-y door which we believe contains our target Strad. I can't say I am overly thrilled with the situation. Combat isn't my strong point and I often find I faint before I can even run away. Luckily, it would seem my two companions are exceptional combatants, and I find myself relying on them for my safety. It even seems they have gotten better at keeping the mess off me not that my clothes aren't already ruined. Clearly they have no clear understanding of the delicate nature of silk. Sigh!

Well anyway since last I wrote we have found all three of the items and are preparing to fight this Strad goon with the hope that we can travel home upon the completion of this task. My two companions have apparently already proven themselves in the defeating of several wretched undead creatures as well as a large winged reptile the most luscious shade of purple you will ever see. If this situation wasn't so dire I would definitely call Toni and have him match the color for window dressings. Though I will add I did help in the retrieval of the third magic item, but the exertion was clearly too much and I pass out only moments before the reptile attacked. THE FOOLS THEY THINK THEY ARE CAPABLE OF DEFEATING ME!!! MY POWER IS UNMATCHED THROUGHOUT THE MULTIVERSE. I SHALL BATHE IN MY ENIMIES BLOOD!!! OOOoo... weird I blacked out there for a bit and while I was out someone came along and wrote all these weird things in my diary. How rude. And to think I am writing in pen so I can't erase it Oh well where was I. It does seem, however, that, while my group is getting better as containing the mess they are still quite barbarous. The older shifty one removed the brain from the reptile and decided to keep it with him. It took all I could do not to retch all over the floor.

I just wish they could understand the level of stress and discomfort I am under all the time, being forced to wear the same clothes, never getting to shower, not having anything to eat. What's worse is they don't even seem to care about how often I faint. It's been a long time since the fainting was this bad. Really, it hasn't been this bad since just after I was kicked out of Towono, the Drow village where I was born.

Well, Von Einstein is stirring. I should probably go.

Lots of Love XOXO

Dear Diary,

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I am writing this quick, so my friends defeated Strad. Turns out they are pretty ok, though I will have to keep working on this mess thing they have a problem with. We are back at the big buff guy's house with all the hot boiz. We got all kinds of phat l00ts and whatnots and hopefully, I will be able to go home soon. Oooo the blond one is staring at me, I need to go. Night night dear diary xoxo.

IT WOULD HAVE BEEN SO EASY TO KILL THE FOOLS IN THEIR SLEEP THEY NEVER KNEW I WAS EVEN THERE, TRUE THEIR DEATHS WOULD HAVE BEEN POINTLESS BUT NONE THE LESS, LOTS OF FUN. SOON, SOON I MUST HAVE PATIENCE. VERY SOON. SOOO SOOON DFIDFS DFFD OJ DOKS AOFS DOJSFK AOKF OKJ SDK OKJ AODKFJ AODKFJOKKJ OKJO OIJ AFEBN BPUQ GPUA EURU N NIN UAGYA AIUJDF YER AGHE ABU AFUOIEFH AOIHFHI AHGIHEUYAIU BYBY PAOIDBN MBEUASDF AUSHE AUDFBNE AUSNFE ADFU

Alright seriously, Panda dooodles I am peeved now, Who the heck keeps writing in my Diary. I think its the metal one. He denies It but I am going to keep my eye on him.