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.
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