Our night began still with a warm-winded chill
as we made our fair way to the forge,
yet in no time at all the steel doors did they fall
with a fierce foul beast, steel engorged.
When my spells went awry how I thought we would die
or at least have our metals be eaten,
but another spell slinger cast a colorful ringer
and that hairy small gnome fell beaten.
The moons lay asleep as we made our retreat
to our slanty and empty ole shack.
And there stood a-waitin’ with doom in her gazin’
a message of yellow and black.
That ever next even’ we took to a-stealin’
away in the forest outside.
With a great fiery blast and a fight to the last
monstrous pests lay defeated and died.
Still ever if I see another fat bee
I’ll scream like a little schoolgirl
and run for the hills and the adamantium mills
and through to the other side of the world.
Blast! Is there no rest for a simple reader? All these interruptions, murderous monster wasps and metal-eating rust beasts and who knows what the morrow will bring?! A bee sting is one thing, but if the stinger is as long as my forearm, I must object. Were it not for the smelly chemist’s concoctions falling by chance into my gaping mouth, I wonder if I would have stayed to burn in that forest. Something exhilarating about the blood moving so quickly, though – I had never wielded the Mundus Blade with such fervor! It was as if my swinging fanned the flames with the very winds of Mast.
Still, one does tire of such adventures day in and day out. I look forward to finding a neglected corner of the city to settle down and read. I also have to think about what tales I’ll bring to Tennifer’s this Uvain.
I found some books the other day at the bazaar. Nothing of great interest, just some amateurish scripts and a book of collected children’s rhymes. There has been some progress with that bloody Guild, as well. At least so long as our halfing business partner puts in her word with the Duchess Allan. I tire of waiting. If things don’t move along from now, it may be time to take matters into my own hands.
One note of concern. It seems that one of my companions in this city, Aester Bumblewit or what have you, has been snooping around in the records of his twice-damned Guild of Foolish and Frenetic Magic. I’ll have to come up with some sort of escape plan if things go against me. I don’t believe he’d mention my identity to the authorities, but still, to question my name, what a fool! The less he figures out the better.