As you open the stained leather journal laying upon Sly's desk you immediately notice that many of the entries are damaged by time and age. However, from the marks on the page and the taint of mana covering it, it seems Sly is restoring it as best he can. There is enough finished to get an idea of the story.

July 12, 1972

Guess this is what they call the records of a legend, eh? This is my story?
More like a guide to living one tedious task after another. My life thus far has been mediocre at best.
Nothing special has every happened to me, I haven't even won a door-prize.

But I've found a way to add excitement to an otherwise pathetic existence...If all goes well.
I am leaving tomorrow to start in my newest profession, Banditry!

At this point the story is lost to time as it is about 15 pages before the writing becomes readable again...

June 20, 1976

How little dedication I have! It's acually been an entire year since I have last written in this journal!
I have resently been promoted to "scout" in the gang.
This in short means that my archery skills have been regonised. My job is to scout out potential targets beforehand and, during the acual combat, to start the stike by placing a bolt into the throat of who ever presents the greatest threat.

After that my job is over and I merely sit back and play my guitar from the tree while my follow Highwaymen rob, rape, and pillage. This is the sweetest profession I've ever belonged to!
Well, I must be finishing up this entry for the night. The boss has asked us together tonight for a meeting.

Rumors tell that it has something to do with upcoming job.

June 21, 1976

The boss revealed the plan to us and, pointedly, I don't think our small band of bandits can handle it.
He plans to raid a coastal village and ransack it with the assistance of three other bandit rings.
I am particularly uneasy to give up my safe sniping position and take the field in the strike.
I have seen what happens down on the battlefield far too many times. I hope the boss is right on this one.
He says ninety percent of the town militia is being called away to defend another township from
some invading spellcasters or such non-sense.
It sounds like a far-fetched tale to me, and I personally would never risk the lives of my men on such a tale.
But the boss is called so for a reason and I am going to have to go through with my mates, I guess.
Well, I must sleep if I wish to be at my prime tomorrow night!

Here is for luck, maybe if it is with me I will survive to write in this journal again!

June 22, 1976

Well, I survived the strike. But only barely...The strike began as planned.
We joined with the three other bands and made our way under cover of the new moon to the Township walls.
Then we struck , charging through the gates and scattering.

Any plans that had be made where immediately forgottten in the melee.
I myself merely ran behind a few of my comrades from the band and took pock-shots at the archers on the wall.

At one point, I heard a familiar scream and saw another comrade, a greying lapine war veteran named "Smooth Lefty", come flying out of a second story inn window. I heard the boss and others fighting above, so I dashed inside.

Ignoring a unfamiliar bandit having his fun with the tavern Bar maid, I bolted up the stairs and into a room with the door ajar. Inside I witnessed the boss and his right hand man fighting an gigantic Pheonix furre.

This man must have been at least 8 feet tall! His firey red feathers reminded me of and eagle that had suddenly caught fire. Behind him, leaning stunned against a wall, was a smaller female pheonix,
she had twin red roses tattooed on both her forearms and her feathers matched the red of her roses,
Her feathers were tipped in burgendy and, had we both been elsewhere, I probably would've thought her attractive, as strange as that type of interspecies relationship sounds.

But the fact was that we where not in a marketplace talking but in a dangerous melee. I watched as the male pheonix grabbed the boss's right hand man by the throat and, focusing his fire in the manner pheonix are famous for, caused his clothing to burst into flame before tossing him out the window.
Then he turned to the boss and charged him, crushing him to the wall, and rendering him unconscious.
I flipped up my crossbow and launched a bolt. It struck the Pheonix's wing and made him cry out in terrible pain.

Then he charged me. I can swear that I never would've thought a thing that big could move so fast, I only had time to pull back the string of my crossbow before my vision became a blanket of feathers. Then he was on me, I felt my fur singing and smoking as the heat around me intensified.

There was no way out, I was going to be a grilled coyote. Then I saw the pheonix's exposed throat and instinct hit, my adrenaline pumping furiously. I lunged my head upwards and bit into it, just missing the jugular. The Pheonix struggled and in the end I ended up releasing my grip and the pheonis reeled back clutching his throat. Then I rolled back, grabbed my crossbow and jabbed a bolt into it.
The pheonix, being the predictable brute, tried his failed tactic over.
I felt the crossbow press to his chest and then I pulled back the trigger with all I had. "TWANG!"

The bolt pierced, point-blank, through his sterum, heart, and out his back into the ceiling. I shoved him off me, and rose to find the boss clapping at my feat.

"Excellent job, Black Tails! I say that you should get to have your fun with this bird before I have mine!"

So it was done I got the chance to rape the Pheonix.

She is sitting behind me at this moment, bound and gagged on my bedroll, watching me with those intense olive gold eyes, as though trying to decide what to make of me.
Should I acually do it? Should I rape the poor captive? the Boss might take it as a personal insult if I did not...
So I suppose it's time to "Have my fun". But I wonder if after I do the deed...will I ever see her again?

June 28, 1976

HE IS KILLING HER! the boss has stuck that poor bird in a cage and is treating her like a song-bird!
I cannot stand it...She looks so sad...

Her songs, when she sings them, are so mournful I wish to tear my heart out and hand it to her! She will not survive many more days.

I have decided! I will betray the very boss that trained me and free her, escape with her, and hope she forgives me for that night...Even though she seemed oddly willing for a captive. She didn't scream as most women would, she didn't try to stuggle, but then again she was such a beautiful partner that I couldn't help but romance her a little.

I have decided on Ryoto to take her to. It is a small villiage in a forested valley about 400 miles away.
She will be safe there and then, after the boss stops searching for us, I escort her to where ever she requires, then we will part ways and I will hope this makes up for the suffering I caused her.
I have packed my things, strapped my guitar to my back, and readied my back-up plan...
I will start my plan tonight!