nothing excitintg at all to report

I spilled a jar of mundane dust everywhere......It takes a while till it's affects wear off......no magic help with the laundry for a while........sigh

ugh

Stink sprites and noxious butt spirits along with poop elementals have gotten lose here....They seem to gather in the vicinity of the neophyte's room......Something about diapers cannot be combated by any amount of magic......

Laboratory accident

The chili I made tastes fabulous, but it makes everything taste like beer......Uhm domestic beer......Too much Pickled Toad's Tongue?

Day 19

Well now that I've finished negotiating with the magical entity formerly known as my diary, it's agreed to leave me alone, in exchange for being allowed to rent my Chantry. So I've used the equity on my Chantry to buy a Keep. It's fabulous!!! It even has a tower. The realtor tells me the tower is haunted and the reason I'm able to get the sprawling manse so cheaply. I was overjoyed. I've always wanted a haunted tower but all these years I thought the feature cost extra. So Now that I've got power turned on here in the keep, I'll be back on line. There was some sort of code issue with the wiring and they wouldn't turn it on at first. Now I guess it's decoded. I'll be back later I have the tower all set up for a Seance.......But I need to find an apprentice to look after the neophyte while I play with my spook..............

Day 3

My Chantry is besieged. It is under attack by this new virtually unheard of mage with a funny leather spine. It knows all my best recent spells. I believe it was my run away diary before some magical evolution it underwent.
I am in the process of trying to get at my older spells within my grimoires. It shouldn't be long I only have to finish answering the lame riddles I used to encrypt them. If that fails I will arm my catapults with flaming neophyte poo to drive off my attacker.

Day 2

Those blasted familiars are driving me crazy. I really should have gotten more salamanders instead of switching to these insane little cats. This morning they ran up to the door howling until I got out of my snuggly mage warmed bed to let them in from the fog. They were running from it and hissing at it. The fool things, I tried to tell them it was a meteorological induced fog and entirely inert in a magic sense but they hid under my bed anyway. Undignified behavior for familiars.

They woke me again as soon as I had gotten back to sleep. They wanted to be fed. Insane!!!!! This is the first type of familiar I have ever owned that was too lazy to feed itself. I know they are quite capable, but they act helpless ever since I got the neophyte to train up in magery. I think they are jealous.

Of coarse you know how neophytes are......Helpless.....squalling little bundles of unbridled magical talent, you have to change their diapers, feed them, teach them to talk and hope their toddler language does not encompass any powerful true magical words that could set of your whole laboratory. It is equally alarming when they begin to get teeth and chew on such things as Eye of Newt or Sorcerer's Toes and then belch small accidental spells of a chaotic nature. It is easy to see why so few mages take neophytes into their homes to raise in the ways of magic these days.

Day 1

The hand written diary I've kept for ages seems to have wandered off after gaining life of it's own. I wrote too many spells in it I'm quite certain and imbued it with too much magical essence. I really did know better, but sometimes you want to write down a spell without having to bother with one of your grimoires.

I tried summoning it back so I could at least retrieve my previous scrawlings, but alas I seems it is not on a plane I can reach with my powers. So I've decided to start one of these bloggy things for my new diary. After all everyone knows that technology nullifies magic.