[FR] journal d'une homine sans importance. - ROLEPLAY

Leeis wakes up in an unknown place...
She feels exhausted as if a herd of Shalah had trampled her.

The viscountess of Avalae perceives the bag abandoned on the ground.
She remembers:
The assembly of the small people to Fairhaven,
The message of Kteros Azazor, the trap of the Legion Fyros...

Leeis take her diary and begins to write

Quinteth, Mystia 11, 3rd AC on 2594

the Fyros legion holds its vengeance they caught me as Yubo and thrown in a bag.

Which shame.

Gubani my domestic performed well his office even if he failed to protect me. But the exercise was beyond any strengths.
Azazor and one of his henchmen eat the sawdust but the third rufian's grenade-launcher was fatal to my servant.
The poor man he has to be perspiring in big drip at the idea of announcing the news to Pom.
I am a little ashamed not to have put him in confidence.
But I am happy, the arrow is thrown and its target still ignores that it is affected...

I had fun well in even the efforts of this poor Ktheros to take away me from the Federal city and the Tryker's Federal assembly and attract me towards miserable bow net that he had aimed at me.

Why did he want to force Ser Nilstilar to search the archives of the kingdom?

I am afraid that the infiltration of the Empire Ktheros is the worse than what we might thought with Ser Nilstilar and Serae Wu She-Peng.

Why Mac'Cautty Deppan the leader of of Fairhaven guards in front of whom everything it passed did not move?

When to the representative of the Water company, he deftly hid behind a barrel. I shall know to be burst out laughing if Azazor had not knocked out me with flat of ax.
....

The Matis in are tired-looking mourning cloth hears noise of boot which approaches. She quickly hides her pad and recomposes an attitude with Matis dignity ...

The Door of the cell opens in a grating...