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.