Saturday May 28th, 2016
8:23 am (6 1/2 hours of sleep)
Zillquitch Magnon The High Wizard of Frazathon, resident of Castle Krintaug, was an easily impressed man. Grow your beard out, he's impressed. Wash your pits, he's impressed. Let go of all earthly emotional attachments to seek higher planes of consciousness, he's impressed. Once an initiate wizardling washed his socks twice daily. Zillquitch was so impressed he promoted the initiate wizardling to the position and title of Lesser-Almost-But-Not-Quite-As-High-Of-A-Wizard Third Class.
It got to be that everyone in the order had almost no knowledge of the arcane but was damn good at art and crafts and interior design. So when the orcs and ghouls of Paizeron came invading, nearly the entire order was killed. However, the orcs and ghouls both agreed that the Castle Krintaug's ground's were exceedingly clean and impressively decorated.
The highest of wizarding councils got wind of the incident and sent orders for Zillquitch's resignation. To which he replied that had the letter not come written in such an impressively beautiful hand and on such impressively gorgeous staionary, he might not have obliged the request at all. Zillquitch Magnon The High Wizard of Frazathon stepped down and upon moving to the mountains, dedicated the rest of his days to attempting to brew the most perfect cup of tea.
Zillquitch's impressive successor Grand Wizard Bartok Feien, was such a hard man to impress that only the wizards who were the most talented and most knowledgeable in the arcane arts were given any advancements at all. The quality of wizards around were unmatched.
The news of such high quality wizards led to a flurry of letters to Castle Krintoug from High Wizard Zillquitch stating that he had heard of the amazing job his successor had been doing and that since he himself was so very impressed that as a gift, he would like to send his best strain of tea leaves to be grown there at the castle. To which Bartok replied, "Yeah, sure that sounds fine".
The tea in that area became well known throughout the world and flowed for decades. This brought about a reign of peace nobody had experienced in quite some time. Even the orcs and ghouls of Paizeron thought better of invading due to the tea being "so fine".
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Saturday, 28 May 2016
Friday, 27 May 2016
Pt 12: Effect of Complacency
Friday May 27th, 2016
9:09 am (5 1/4 hours of sleep)
Trailing on about the simple things in life, Terry Malone, didn't notice the jewel thieves take his one-in-a-million tiara. "Never again" thought the professional temptress Ruth Neikerbauker. She had stuck her neck out for the little people only to be snubbed by them. Sammy Panguina was a professional jewel thief before the accident that took his thumbs. The people of the weekend are a fickle crowd.
"Knowledge is the key to knowing things" uttered Professor Templeton only seconds before he knew he was full of shit. He would change career paths to become a plumber. He found his path change to not be rewarding at all.
Salidon Kreempf was a tyrant through and through. He knew there was only a small chance of an uprising as he had kept the people in a constant state of want with the latest piece of whatever's shiny. This had the desired effect of complacency which kept him in power. He had heard somewhere that knowledge was power. So he figured if he kept all the knowledge for he and his offspring while withholding it from the people. He figured he would have been able to keep his family powerful and in charge. He hadn't figured on a hit squad from the neighboring country to come and kill the entire ruling class. Salidon Kreempf was left bleeding out on his palace floor. As the life left his body, he thought of his childhood ambitions that he had all but forgotten. Then in a final struggle for life Salidon Kreempf dragged himself to The Hall of Hubris and it was there he drew his last breath.
Alchemists are a finicky and unpredictable lot. You never know if they're going to heal you or kill you. However, you are sure of one thing. They scare the everything out of you.
9:09 am (5 1/4 hours of sleep)
Trailing on about the simple things in life, Terry Malone, didn't notice the jewel thieves take his one-in-a-million tiara. "Never again" thought the professional temptress Ruth Neikerbauker. She had stuck her neck out for the little people only to be snubbed by them. Sammy Panguina was a professional jewel thief before the accident that took his thumbs. The people of the weekend are a fickle crowd.
"Knowledge is the key to knowing things" uttered Professor Templeton only seconds before he knew he was full of shit. He would change career paths to become a plumber. He found his path change to not be rewarding at all.
Salidon Kreempf was a tyrant through and through. He knew there was only a small chance of an uprising as he had kept the people in a constant state of want with the latest piece of whatever's shiny. This had the desired effect of complacency which kept him in power. He had heard somewhere that knowledge was power. So he figured if he kept all the knowledge for he and his offspring while withholding it from the people. He figured he would have been able to keep his family powerful and in charge. He hadn't figured on a hit squad from the neighboring country to come and kill the entire ruling class. Salidon Kreempf was left bleeding out on his palace floor. As the life left his body, he thought of his childhood ambitions that he had all but forgotten. Then in a final struggle for life Salidon Kreempf dragged himself to The Hall of Hubris and it was there he drew his last breath.
Alchemists are a finicky and unpredictable lot. You never know if they're going to heal you or kill you. However, you are sure of one thing. They scare the everything out of you.
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