I am currently on another pointless mission in the middle of nowhere with the usual group of misfits and morons. How I thought this lot was ever endearing is beyond me. It is like my eyes have been unveiled, what was clouded by my easy-going nature is suddenly made clear. It all happened thanks to a battle with some rock elementals in an insane game that about part of the way through stopped being in the least bit amusing. Must have been that piece of crap wand; didn’t seem to have any effect on the enemy but it did do something to me-twice. At the edge of my consciousness I feel a sort of tingling sensation—wholly unpleasant. Guess I should seek a cleric for it, though I am less inclined to go to Sulfira about it because she makes me irritated when I think about her.
Regardless, I think that my relationship with these jerks should come to some sort of end soon. Annie’s cuteness is getting on my nerves—so I gave her the wand, maybe it will do something to improve her demeanor. Hmm bet it would be fun if I don’t give people protection from my dragon’s breath. Bastards have been taking advantage of my abilities and consideration without so much as a, “Thank you Meldonna (for not burning me to a crisp, ever so decent of you).” Especially that brutish barbarian Brom. Every time I cast it on him, he acts like I am some sort of insect; he should be so lucky to be touched in any sort of way from a beautiful woman such as myself. I’ve been playing around with the idea of shapeshifting, I already learned how to make a pair of dragon wings for myself. If I could learn to cast shapeshifting on others…Wonder if I can manage a gender swap. Heh wonder how Brom would feel to be a woman—when Milander is on the prowl that is? I bet that would be fun and would teach Brom not to pass me off as a lesser being than him. Better yet, should also tell Milander that Bromette likes it rough, very rough. Going to have to look into this shapeshifting thing, if anything turning into an ogre and crushing the party sounds like a good time.