Reed's Journal

This is the personal journal of Reed Blackleaf
DO NOT READ!!!
This is not your journal. If you read this I will know and I will make you pay. This is between me and Sherman and sherman. NO ONE ELSE!! And if you dont think I can make you pay ask Geffory...oh thats right...no one has found his body! Just think about that before you turn to the next page.

To Sherman, the Hero the world needed most, and was lost
Sherman,
I figured I would start this journal by righting to the Hero of Liminal who inspired me to be more than just a halfling. To be a Great Hero in all the land. To find out what happened to Sherman. To find out what great sacrifice he made to save the world. His last entry that I have was so cryptic. It has a lot of numbers so I kind of skipped over all that but it seems they were successful in their escape from hell but were gonna have to fight in some sort of battle arena or something. I have no doubt Sherman probably took them all on himself. He was probably held back by his companions...especially since half of them seem evil....Im not really sure why Sherman spent so much time with them. They got him into more trouble then they helped him. Maybe Sherman felt like they would cause worse trouble if he didn't keep an eye on them! I bet that is it. Well good for him but I bet you 10 gold pieces (all I really have) that they are the reason Sherman disappeared. They are the reason Liminal fell!! If I was travelling with Sherman I would secretly kill all of them or at least poison them so Sherman could save the world properly! Boy, what a team we would be...Sherman and me, taking on the world...Best friends...I wish you was here now...

Entry 1 - Pre-greatness
I guess I should explain myself a bit to Sherman, so he can understand a bit about me. I'm not big and mighty like Sherman. I'm just a small weak little halfling. I can't wipe out tribe after tribe of those disgusting Kobold creatrues and still have the strength to take out a werewolf and a great big red Dragon!! I will never be able to do anything as great as that...without a little help. So I found some people who could help me. I won't go into detail as to HOW (or what) I did but I was able to get connections to a retired member of the theives guild. A near impossible feat in Lady's Rest I might tell you! This town is a place of healing, and charity. There's not even a proper Thieves Guild near! But luck would have it my master trainer was not just any old thief but a trained assassin. I think he calls himself holy slayer or something but an assassin is an assassin in my book.
I guess that is why I am writing all this. I could never do the things like Sherman unless I was more...sneaky. I can't blow away whole tribe, but some day I hope I could silently take them all out and slip into the shadows like a ghost. Its a lot more complex than that of course...I mean its not like I would kill for no good reason. I like to think I kill for the betterment of Liminal. Actually my trainer has pounded that into my head over and over. He wouldn't even let me kill a rabbit until I had followed it, seen its life, its family, where it lives and feeds, and THEN how its death affected all the living things around it. I'm sure these things were easy to see for Sherman. I mean he creating great new species and experiments to make the world a better place. I wish I had his wisdom. Ah well, I'll just do the best I can.
On a sidenote, I've decided to name my little mouse friend Sherman in honor of you, Sherman. He's been with me since I was little and probably knows the stories of you better than me!