Troubs stuff

Dear Diary. Getting back into Lithmore, bit by bit. Got asked to entertain the patients over at the hospital; it was a fun deal, although I think most of them were pretty much out of it. Got told a wild story though, about people going into the sewers and fighting baby dragons. I’m sure not […]

Baaaaack!

I’m back, back, baaaaack! Dear Diary, long time no read! I must admit I have other notes from those years, but they are all at the bottom of the sea by now, so time to start a new one now that I am back in Lithmore. Three years it has been. Give or take. Three […]

A competitive puppet

Dear diary. If you recall I gave Princess Allison a Yule present last Yule. It was the sister of my puppet, Mrs Buttons. I use to picture what kind of life the sister now live. The places she gets to see in those little hands! But I picture it’s also a tough life too. Imagine […]

Fist in the face

Dear Diary. I met the intrepid mister “Good-lookin’ McOldMan” today. I have a vague feeling that it’s not his real name. I had heard about him of course, if only by description rather than by name. Many of my fellow troubadours and friends seem quite miffed with this man’s antics and disrespectful way of talking. […]

Back on the kissing track

Dear Diary. Now and then I wander. It’s not like I have a plan or anything, and mostly such wanders brings me no further than the nearest pub. But sometimes it brings me to Milford. Or some of the other small farmer’s villages within a few days of Lithmore. This time I racked up a […]

Good stuff

Dear Diary. Two performances – of sorts – in the same day! First I met Leesa at the theatre (don’t think I know her last name. Do I need to know her last name? Nah). Leesa is an old friend of Talya le Salyndri, from Tubor. It’s fun to get to speak so much Tubori […]

Tall tales

Dear Diary. Got Master Astartes to sing today. Had to fill him up with some whiskey first but once he got howlin’, it was worth every silver of investment! I guess you don’t know Master Astartes, Diary dear. He’s this giant of a man – a soldier since childhood in the same way as I […]

All the cute little lives …

What a flow of new recruits to the guild of Troubadours! And Mistress op Fournier is sending them all my way! Not that I mind – they are all fun and sweet and daringly hopeful. And I try my best to be good and kind and to only tease them a little. … But I […]

I was there!

… And there I was, one wee Jester sitting with a Princess on my lap, having her try to find a paper knight behind my ear, when a lady-in-waiting came in: “The Royal heir is born, a healthy baby girl!” And of all people in the realm I got to be the first person to […]

Bwaaa!

Dear Diary. This business of doing the Troubadour “master” tests are proving taxing on all accounts. Mistress op Fournier told me I had to study bardic lore of all things. What did I ever do to her? Huh? Do I look like a scholar? Anyway, I was never one to sulk. Besides one might pull […]