All is in readiness, though I fear this will take the last of what little energy I possess. My cantrips are prepared; my will, iron. Chant thrice, step forward, and I will be transported into the next world1.

1I recognize this is a popular euphamism for death. Rest assured that that is not what I mean.

That certainly didn't last long ( Read more... )

I

AM

EVERYTHING

My estimate of "one day" has stretched and stretched, until finally the rite is ready. My enemies are quite literally at my door, but I am deep in my lair, and the Cravan-thing is helping me finish the rite.

All that is left is to put the last stone in place and

One day more, and I will have unlocked the full power of the stones. This can come none too soon, as enemy forces are as close as Sandy Beach. I only hope I have enough time to finish my plans ( Read more... )

It

I don't

Discipline. I must discipline my thoughts.

Cravan has

No, that's not entirely fair. The heroes did. They and a division of their army swept across Morganeuse's lands, sacking her castle and killing

She can't be

When I am come to the fulness of my power, she will be brought back.

There is a spell I know

great and terrible
it ( Read more... )

Today I am free ( Read more... )

Cravan isn't looking well at all. At first I thought it was due to my mental pressure, but then I realized that the cooks must no longer be putting the poison/antidote in his dinner. If he doesn't take more in the next week, he'll die ( Read more... )

Reynald visited again, despite my telling him not to. I now know where the poison in my gruel is going: into the earth. The land around the keep is turning foul, and no one but me knows why ( Read more... )

Day five. Still not god-like ( Read more... )