Editing Archibald (section)

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11 June 1165

Free at last! Never again will I take for granted what it means to bend limb and breathe air. But what air do I breathe? What land do I flee across? It is my [[Enroth (nation)|Enroth]], surely, but so much has changed in the ten years I have been my [[Roland|brother]]’s coat rack - made an insensate stone statue by his pet wizard, [[Tanir]]. If it wasn’t for those fool “adventurers” I’d still be there now. [[Tanir]]! I promise you I will repay the insult one day. And repay it with usurious interest.

I have started this journal to help me make sense of the chaos of events. I am a hunted man, but have found refuge in the remote estate of my colleague in the [[Necromancy|necromatic arts]], [[Nimbus]]. His apprentices tell me that their master has sailed for [[Erathia]]. I wish he had not been wise enough to leave them with so few details...all I can derive is that the [[Necromancer's Guild]] has some bold plan for [[Erathia]]. Perhaps I should join them?

Both my hated brother, [[Roland Ironfist]], and his loathsome queen [[Catherine]] are absent. [[Roland]] is, by all accounts, taken by strange demons. [[Catherine]] left for [[Erathia]] five months ago to attend [[Nicolas Gryphonheart|her father]]’s funeral and has not been heard from since. Their brat, [[Nicolai]], sits on the throne with the loutish [[Wilbur Humphrey]] standing as Regent. Ah, if only I were in a position to take advantage of things here in [[Enroth (nation)|Enroth]]! It is like a [[widowsweep berry]] ripe for the picking.

But first, I must rebuild. With no nation, it is as if I am once again at the beginning of things. Where are my fellow guild members? I cannot reach them by means mystical or otherwise. If I could only rally them to my cause! The apprentices are no help-they are content to work their crude “exercises.” Amateurs! What endless pride they take in their zombified rats and mice! Bah, the useless things fall apart inside of hours. Pathetic.

I really must have a talk with their master. Surely, he is neglecting his role as a teacher if his students perform so poorly and expect my delight! The other day, I observed one of them fumbling a basic cantrip! One of his, so called, “advanced” initiates! I couldn’t believe it. I am forced to the sad conclusion that either the student or the master was a complete incompetent. I hope for [[Nimbus]]’ sake that he has had an unusually bad string of luck in finding quality apprentices.