Today's #flashfiction #ReviewingTheAdventuringLog

“Happy Birthday!”

The Grim Reaper* #quote

          Today's my birthday party, and I'm cleaning up for the guests and preparing and the party will take up the rest of the night so I don't think I'll be able to write an original story. So here's one from way back when in the archives for y'all to enjoy that I changed a bit. Anyway onto the flash fiction!

Reviewing The Adventuring Log

         I'm seventy four and I just finished reading my adventuring log. I am, or rather was, a knight who led an adventuring party through many quests throughout all the kingdoms, queendoms, lands and a few other dimensions and alternate universes we ran across. Took a jaunt in the underworld to defeat a demon who stole the soul of one of our party members too.

        I suppose I call it a log to make it sound much more formal, but really its a journal, and even a dairy. I guess that makes me sound less like a manly adventuring knight. Well, to compensate for that I'll say that I have slayed many dragons. I record everything in it. From monetary transactions to feelings, and being a magical item it has infinite space in it to write containing my entire long adventuring career. And I'm easily able to summon up any page I want. I can hold up the back of the book and take pictures by running my finger down the spine. I'm obsessed with taking pictures with my log and I have at least fifty pictures from every one of my quests.

      My adventuring party first consisted of me of course, one of the most skilled knights in the land. I have a magical blade enchanted with fire. I never admitted it anyone outside my party out of pride(and that after I trusted them) but it was actually the lost toy of a young god. My skills with my sword are extraordinary and I have never been defeated in a fight. But I have gotten in draws. Once with the great demon king Kuut and one with...my pride doesn't like me to admit this...my own little daughter Trista. Guess I trained her well.

         Second was the young ogre girl Jess. Well, young when we started adventuring of course. Being an ogre she was three times my size. Oh, don't follow the ogre stereotype of them being ugly and crude. She came from a proper area with a very proper upbringing. I swear half of our cart was full of her makeup and dresses. She was skinny too. And boy did she eat, at least proportionally to us. Our delicate green gal would have to sit outside the human inns but her massive body didn't even let out the littlest bit of a snore.

        And then there was our wizard Turing. Not the most sophisticated type. But he was good at magic. Very reliable. But trust me half the time he was uttering magical curses then the curses of sailors. He would also cast healing spells a lot. On himself. We never let him hold scissors after a particular incident.

         My wife is next on the list but we didn't marry till the end of our adventuring days. You only really have the time for off and on romantic conflict and sexual tension while adventuring it seems. Her ability is that she was born with the power to predict things that aren't going to happen. You might think that would be a useless talent, but trust me, process of elimination anyone? However the ability is a curse set by a spiteful witch so she actually blurts it out causing social difficulties. We all adapted to it.

        And last there is our lovable comedic relief. She kept us insane and happy at the same time. She was a hyperactive ninja that frequently hops around and has a magic bag of infinite ninja tricks she can pull whatever she wants out of. She makes many happy giddy sounds and is just a barrel of insane laughs. She's smart in someways but isn't the brightest and her plans are odd and she's never subtle. How could someone be a sneaky ninja when she actually wears a black suit with white text on it that says “I'm a sneaky ninja!” Though she usually distracts people by causing havoc somewhere and either allows us to sneak by or sneaks by herself. Fire or stampeding animals are her personal favorites though we really try to keep her under control.

         I'd tell you my adventures but really that isn't what mattered. It was them. Those people, my fellow adventurers are what mattered. The thing I loved about adventuring wasn't the excitement of peril or the treasure or the glory. It was the people I spent it with. And I bet the same applies with your lives, even if yours is probably much more mundane than mine.