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From the personal journal of Dindenion, Master Magician

My companions and other psychopaths. Part 1

I hope being a psychopath is a good indicator of adventuring talent, as we seem to have it in spades. The melting pot of this adventuring party certainly is diverse. The only common ground I can find is that there is no common ground. I guess that diversity makes us an effective team in spite of our differences. Or am I just rationalising the hopelessness of it all?

Starting with who else, but that unhinged Oracle of Bones, Malachi. With that horrific wasting disease, his truly awful visage makes your flesh crawl. The irony of his healing touch is that it he must touch you with diseased skin to administer it. Ack! He seemingly deludes himself into thinking that he is totally sane and good, yet happily bashes in skulls of helpless prisoners and his idea of intimidation is hang them till they talk. I suspect that he is secretly making “friends” for his undead companion. Speaking of which: his best friend Frampton is dead… but he still keeps his bones around… and animates him... and talks to him… every day! Reminder to self, do not become too friendly with Malachi! The phrase "over my dead body" certainly takes on a new meaning with him around.


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Last Updated: July 2010