Here, I present to you the diary of one of the characters for my most recent campaign, Shuichi, played by Renaud. Enjoy (and yay for deleguating writing duty to my players!). The post was mostly untouched by myself.

Shuichi’s Dairy

Day 1 : Wednesday, September 18th.

Today I woke up to a weird dream. It was about a bus filled with people having blurred faces making no sounds when they talked. It seem I was not alone in this bus that was puzzled by this. The bus went in a tunel and the lights flashed. The only persons left on the bus were the puzzled passengers I saw earlier. I woke up when the foremost one’s head turned intn some mouth with countless teeth… It is definitely NOT a good way to wake up.. I hate having a dream in which I was studying. I already study enough when I’m awake I don’t need to study more when I sleep…

It was a mostly normal day. Shiro was reading a book hanging down from a tree and we got a new strange American man as a helping teacher. Vale, was his name, I think. He asked us to call him “James”. I’m surprised he got the job with the clothes he was wearing… Anyhow, Mei still teased me and Tsukasa still laughed for nothing. It’d be fun if she’d stop teasing me all the time, but they are good friends none the least.

I also had Track and Field practice today. I still can’t believe I joined this club. If mom wasn’t so scary, I would’ve dropped a long while ago.. To say I do this just “to get into a good university and make my parents proud”… Still, I got a bit faster: 32 sec for 100m. I shaved a second.. Woop-de-doo! ><

The weird part starts then.. On my way to cram school, I heard some strange dissonant music from an alley. I was curious so I try to find it’s source, only to end in some alley crossroad where I met Emisawa-san and Kazuo-san. The music seamed to come from midair in the middle of the intersection. It was then that some strange blade-y beasts appeared from the various piles of garbage along the alleys. I somehow felt… different. I picked up some stick from the garbage and I knew that if I hit those things with it, they would be in quite a pain. Same with me being able to use a trashcan cover as a shield efficiently. It seems that Emisawa-san got the same thing and that he could _heal_ wounds, while Kazuo-san was actually sending bolts of lightning from his fingertips… After a while, we ended disposing of those… beasts. Their corpses were no where to be found, surprisingly… While we were figuring out what just happened, Kazuo called his family to get a car to come pick us up. They were kind enough to provide us with new uniforms, since ours got screwed in the fight, and gave us a ride home. We also all agreed to keep this to ourselves.

The worst part had yet to come, though.. Kazuo tried to help me cover up my skipping cram school only to make it somewhat worst by mentioning that he was one of the persons who always got better grades then me.. And that he did not go to cram school.. Man… I do not want to get scolded again like that. My mom’s a real devil.. An Italian mama inside a Japanese body with some Godzilla blood, and a level 20/20 fighter/barbarian. It really refreshed my memory as to why I don’t go against her. (more…)

After a night at the tavern, and the discovery of commoner’s food by the rich Earl Von Hamilton, our most eclectic party of adventurers decide to brave the once-great city of Hathareth…

In this forsaken place, haunted by evil, moving corpses, ghosts, and much, much worse, the adventurers faced their first challenge : Finding the fabled Library of Hathareth, one of the greatest repository of knowledge of the old world.

There, they hoped to find the “Minstrel’s Prophecies”, a book supposedly holding information about the much desired “Scrolls of the Perfect Song”.

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After a few days of travel, moving west from Ludsburg, you finally arrive to the town of Hat. Of course, night is falling, and your legs are sore from days of travel, so you fail to realise the initial ridicule of the town’s name.

The hamlet was built besides the ruins of a sprawling metropolis of the past empire know for the neverending rows of books, manuscripts and manuals of The Great Library of Hathareth. Hence the name of the village. “Small Hathareth”.

You all met back in the old Imperial Capital, Ludsburg, a few weeks back. The lot of you, truely a motley of desperate and mismatched adventurer from every walk of life, from spiritual leader of a forest-dwelling community of beast-men to bumbling industrialist prodigee, met with a very singular purpose : You needed to find the scrolls of the Perfect Song, each for your own reason. (more…)