I am Joey of the Human Race. I am finally at the age of manhood and set to venture out on my own. My bronze skin & And Blackish locs flow down my Wiry frame. My eyelashes a bit too long for a boy my mother used to say are my most Distinguishing feature. Sorcerer was a name given because of my love for magik and my belief I would be Adept at it one day.
A Sentimental Value: Herbs, For Smoking
To ease my pain of loss, I think may have been my biggest reason for grabbing the herbs. Maybe the other reasons stem from needing an escape for the mind and thy soul. `Personally I would never forget the faces of my family, a portrait would do them no justice.
I met Noel when I was a boy being older than I, she moved to the town to become a soldier but now that I am here rank has risen far beyond that. She was dressed head to toe in her armor and I was happy to see my former close friend in a good position.
I have defeated a Dog Rat. Let all know that it be by the mighty hands of Joey the Sorcerer.
Joey the Sorcerer is raised. I, Joey, have died but am alive again! I am still Joey the Sorcerer even if this hallucination doth maketh me lost in wonder the 1st time over.
I have paid the Town Builders fer meh new wooden abode and today I have moved in to occupy the said premises.
A Bat Swarm looks strange when motionless on the ground.
Joey the Sorcerer is raised. I, Joey, liveth for the 2nd version of mine amazed self. Change the end in view and I shall changeth the outcome.