For the boredom that bubbles up inside of me i write this journal entry. i thought i might do all my journals in german, just to piss off most of the people i know, and laugh at the ones that actually take the time to 'decode' it. i spend way too much of my time being bored... it's a definite waste of life, moreso than walking home from school, or even an arcane academy!
and so the story begins...
To the North, in the lands of Al'Rakai, under the intimidating shadow of the trading city of Lukregel he studied. Lukregel was the largest city on its island, ruled only by the larger island of Isendai, where rested the capital city of the region of Al'Rakai, the great Salbei Turm. though it was not much larger an island than Khuerg, Isendai cradled the Salbei Turm in its northeastern corner, where the city recieved trade from the Gnomish ships that came from far to the East to harbor in its docks. The city was a mighty beacon for trade, bringing merchants from regions far and wide to see the wonders the Gnomes brought from their Eastern lands. The great steel and adamantium golems the Gnomes crafted sold for prices too high for most to dream of, and the Salbei Turm drifted in the riches of these trades. The prosperous trade made the whole region rich, and it was under the arching towers of the second largest city, Lukregel, that Fendred attended arcane academy.

The day was growing late, and Fendred walked home in the waning light of the setting sun, hoping to make it there before darkness came on. as he turned a corner at a speedy gate, hoping to beat the evening sun, he was accosted by two common thieves. Under normal circumstances, his extensive arcane training would have alowed him to easily dispatch the two men, but on this particular day his store of spells was exhausted from his practices at the academy. he tried to cast an offensive spell, but one of the thieves pulled out his short sword and hacked of to of Fendred's fingers. His scream of pain was cut short as the second man's sword found its mark in his neck, spewing blood across the thief's face.

And so the story ends with a premature death for another wana-be hero who, in my irritated mood, was brutally slain.