Diary Entry #0150
Five days I have been on the road with a band of mine cohorts. Good servants, my companions — many of them come from those Libraries whence I put them, to study arcane arts and divination during those most foul attacks of the Council of Darkness. They have proven useful with their trickery and short legs, enough even for a great Dark Lord such as myself to take notice.
My wisdom knows few bounds and none of them concern young he and she-children and what is to be done with them.
As long as no one hands them bows.
Diary Entry #0151
It occurs to mine terrible intellect that no reason was writ as to the reason of me having left mine capital when still it writhes, bloodied and wounded by traitorous fiends, ripe for attack by many a neighbor, as soon as weakness is felt. Why then would I, greatest master of dark arts and magics and sorceries, keeper of secrets unknown and unbecoming, abandon mine dark hold in this hour?
‘Tis simple, really. Only my will, indomitable and fierce as it is, has the capability to see my thunder found and brought back safely where it needs must be, in the heart of my realm, protecting all with its malicious rumble.
I am nearly certain as to the identity of this thief. It is not one among the traitorous lot of that Council whose name I no longer even wish to pronounce.
Nay, tis much worse. This thief is mine former wife.
Diary Entry #0152
I remember some of what it was like, before. Our life together was happy, if difficult. There was pain and hardship aplenty, as you might imagine. Working, trying to survive tends to do a grueling trick on the best of men. But I never gave up. Never.
I had a wife I loved. A daughter.
I miss them terribly.
Diary Entry #0153
Bah, what trickery is this?!
Memories of writing this previous entry, I have none! I have been under such monstrous tension lately, perhaps a respite is necessary.
The scouts report that a gathering of feral ogres threatens a nearby village. Perhaps I shall join them in their pillage of the free people of Lokre. My arcane librarians deem it an unpalatable idea but it will not do, allowing them to dictate my choices.
Diary Entry #0155
I have taken the minds of the feral ogres and forced them to do my bidding. That lot proved to be horrid hosts; they all but failed to recognize my superiority, those insipid fools. For that, I have punished them as only I can.
The arcane librarian corps, as I have decided to call the newly-minted organization of wee lads and lasses who spend too much time in my libraries, has cheered my decision. It would appear that some of them have come from Lokre; such pity that their parents never taught them the importance of communication.
All they needed do was ask.
Thank you for reading! I’m actively trying to steer this series towards a more fully-realized and rounded fictional world instead of a series of one-off comedic bits, which — while funny — don’t really leave that much of an impression. It’s a fun challenge I enjoy revisiting weekly; if you enjoy reading it, let me know! I’m always up for conversations on all fictional matters!
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It’s always the ex-wife! That’s why prenuptial agreements exist! Even Dark Lords ought to know this stuff. Excellent post as always, keep it up.
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