Two

The Diary of a Conman,

More of the Beginning Bit.

So I woke up. Lying down on a bed, all happy with myself - Finally a day where I hadn't woken up in a pool of my own blood, or a puddle of ale. Staring up at the roof of the room, I tried to remember why I was so happy for some odd reason - I mean, just yesterday I met some charmer, a strange man called 'Cobb', and had my head to ache and worry about... Strange watchmen in Red.

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OOC: This piece will be split up into parts, as I, as the author, believe that keeping such a set of information to take in and IC knowledge to learn about certain characters and events should be arrayed across different parts, in order to retain an easier form of reading, and hopefully interest.

The Finding Of Fhlynn

By a True Father

Chapter Two - A memory best kept silent

The Finding of Fhlynn

By A true father.

Chapter One - Death and a true family?

Chapter Five: The Flames of Memory

It had been many years, since Garmorn had felt like this - So shocked, so powerless in the face of events. His younger brother, with emphasis on "younger", had the strength and willpower to offend him, so deeply that he might wonder if this had been some form of curse from Mahal, or a dream - A memory of the past, of his previous pain, and of the dark torture that took place nigh thirteen years ago, relative to the time that this tale is noting.

Chapter Four: On Graves

Laughter, is indeed a strangeness in itself, and oddity we can not truly contemplate. At times, laughter is a sign of happiness, and joy, at others - It is to respond, precipitate, to a joke, a crudeness of sorts, then at other times it is a thing that appears when once is strongly influenced by his mug at a tavern.

Syrioh lied down once more, and closed his eyes with a soft content smile on his face. Hoping the dream would do just as it had the past few days. Repeated its' self.

Now good things do
All come in twos
Here's a list
I'll read to you

Apples and pears
Rabbits and hares
Grey-haired hobbits
And rocking chairs
Peaches and cream
Sleep and dreams
Fish in rivers
Trout and bream

Scones and jam
Pots and pans
Pairs of gloves
And pairs of hands
Yawns and sighs
A pair of eyes
A pair of plates
Holding two pies