Dear Diary,

I recovered my boot from the bog. I'm still working at getting all the mud out of it. I really like these boots so I'm not going to give up easily. Some things are worth fighting for.

Unrelated, some Tony guy came to duel me. I lost, of course, but it was weird. I don't think he wanted me to lose. He was way better than the other people that have come out to fight me. I think he could tell that I wasn't really trying to win. I hope he isn't offended. Thing is, if I beat him, then he…

Dear Diary,

My powers are coming back and I'm not as happy about it as maybe I should be. After that weird weaponized polyhedron transport thing nearly cooked my brain while trying to incorporate me into its control system, my psychic powers were pretty much completely burnt out. It seemed permanent. I could barely even mend my clothes. 

It was uncomfortable at first, living in the present and not being able to do any magic, but I got used to it. It was just starting to be normal. I think…

Dear Diary, 

This town is blessed with a surplus of heroes, though a lot of them claim to be common folk. If not for them I would have surely died, and those I was meant to protect would all have been lost in the spider-filled caverns forever. 

Tails is unflappably brave. Even after nearly dying on the first expedition, he joined the rescue mission without hesitation. Even after getting turned to stone and nearly dying twice, he walked gladly on into the darkness. 

His method of fighting is…

Dear Diary,

Goodish news, I was mostly wrong. The adventurers were not all dead when we got there, and nobody died getting them out. Given the circumstances that's borderline Miraculous. However, their magical ritual did go awry, releasing some ancient curse and possibly dooming us all. Still, better than expected.

Erin seems pretty busted up about Billy Braid dying under her watch. I wish could do something for her, but she's been pretty open about her feelings about me. Celandriel said…

Dear Diary,

Where to even begin?

Have you ever had your every failing and weakness laid bare before you? Two days ago, I fancied myself a hero, a warrior, an adventurer. I imagined myself worthy to walk along side great people and do great deeds. I have been humbled and shamed.

In my arrogance I thought I could protect Billy and co., that my faith and power could shield them from harm. When I has found wanting, I refused to accept it and instead enlisted villagers to rescue them. I begged,…

Dear Diary,

I'm probably going to die tomorrow. We're neck deep in dungeon and everyone else seems dedicated to press on. So hello to whomever finds this diary. I hope that you make it out of this forsaken cave alive. I didn't.

I'll likely be the the third to die. Strago appears to be a magnet for violence and is as robust as a rice-paper wall, and Tails is probably already dead. The others seem hopeful that he's going to recover somehow. He's been turned to stone (If you're reading this,…

Dear Diary,

Some fool adventurers went digging where they shouldn't and, surprise, most of them died. The sole survivor is now dragging others in to enact a suicidal rescue mission. Those "others" happen to be me and others from The Reach. Obviously a group of merchants and minstrels are going to do better than a team of well equipped and experienced specialists. 

We're all going to die trying to rescue three corpses. Maybe we'll have the decency to definitely die instead of probably dying…