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*casts fireball, does not elaborate*

Nothing like rain on the tower roof when I don’t have anywhere to be all day. I expect I’ll get some quality tome pondering in, maybe some orb gazing.

Jubilant Saturnalia to all! And a joyous Feast of Mithras.

Merry Christmas to all the delightful denizens of the Enchanted Forest

Pronouns: He/him
Height: 4 cubits
Shoe: 32 barleycorns
Zodiac: Pisces
Smoke: Only when on fire or the occasional pipe
Tattoos: None that have stayed
Piercings: None
Favorite drink: Elderberry cider

I must remember to put up the sound dampening curtains on my canopy bed. The keening of various captive spirits disquiets my slumber. Plus then it’s like a little fort.

The couchery has delivered to me a misbegotten chimera of a couch. It has two right arm rests and no left armrest! They’ve promised to fix it, but not before asking if I had considered just reattaching my left arm on to my right side. This solution, naturally, I refused on sartorial grounds.

People often talk about love spells as if they’re harmless, which is very nearly as much of a mistake as talking about them as if they were all one thing. There are actually three varieties: A spell that compels love, a spell that finds love and a spell that grants the courage to express love.

It appears my malady goes beyond mere pigment dust and plague has set in upon the tower. I probably shouldn’t have told that plague witch that plague magic is lame and that elemental magic is better because it can heat up water for tea. I won’t apologize because I’m right, but it was unwise to say.

Crisis averted! I have obtained a nice cup of tea. All is again well.

I have been grinding the pigments off of a cabinet with some new fangled artificer’s contraption and it has made an atrocious amount of dust. I would trade a whole grimoire for a cup of hot tea right about now.

The chandelier in my kitchen has been successfully mounted and the will-o-wisps imprisoned in it have all been brought into line, which took some doing.

I had a dream I was attacked by a single very large bee. I do not think this is an omen of good fortune. I also plan to keep a stout staff close to g he and for a while. If that things coming, I’m opening it like a piñata.

If you don’t own a cloak, you aren’t enjoying turning around suddenly as much as you could be. #BringBackCloaks