2019.12.10

[For the date and time please consult the other observers of this chronicle. I have no flipping idea. I am guessing it was the 10th of December... Damn, I need to start my Christmas shopping!]

Danno, your stoic sacrifice supporting us from your sleepy, happy, rhubarb-enhanced, stony place was not missed.

The elixir that is the life of the Fey is one powerful drink. There are times that you wake up and you wonder just what the hell happened. Then there are other nights where you wake up in the morning and say, "Wow! Hell yeah!" Well, this morning was certainly the latter. While I did not wake up in the arms of a morally questionable woman - I am totally committed to My Lady, you see - I did wake up to something more useful and just as pleasurable. You see friends, I had this vague dream of me fighting in this house and the battle dragged on... and on... and on... [Boku o kirai jyanai dakedane!]. I don't actually recall if we ever busted Red from the hooskow, but man o' man did I score. [The final scene of Glory keeps coming to mind. I was called to charge their position. I feel the capability within me.]

Now that I think of it, why did that battle last as long as the siege of Troy? Oh yeah, it was some magi fabric of the Universe bullshit. Now, now... I have nothing against the Atlantians. I see individuals not races, colors or creeds. I think that we all can unite in our common goal of trying to live to the best of our abilities and living in a celebration of life. However, don't blame us when stupid paradox shit happens. Paradox is your game, not ours. I can be certain that if that battle were normal, mages would have been exploding like blood sausages all over the place from the force of mine archaic, non-bullet requiring, armor increasing, [6 bashing bashing] maul . My guess is that God, for some reason, decided to extend that battle so that we may better learn from it.

In that regard I feel that we did well. I, not having my powers, put my martial skill totally at the disposal of the party. I feel that I fought a smarter fight. My recent training with my weapon totally would have paid dividends. [suspended on silver wings... silver wings!] I still ended up near dead, but hey Annie has made so much progress at my expense I totally feel safe under her care. I feel that she will kill me herself when all this is said and done, but she is a sweet kid and I am glad that I convinced her to join our cause. Her presence has been indispensable.

Concerning my latest project I made major progress. It is near enough completion and requires only minor tweaking. As I was riding on the train from Porto to Madrid I let my mind wander into the deepest recesses of Arcadia that I have dared to venture. When I came back I knew, yes... this could be done and powered by The Wyrd. The beauty of Fey magic is that we don't have to worry about that paradox bullshit. Suck on those eggs, Atlantians! Damn, I need to control my pride, but how can I when I have brought a new Contract from Arcadia to the greater world. If Cygin and Ohm, don't kill me before Annie does they may learn to appreciate my contributions. Once I get my powers back then it shall be glorious! Not to mention the fact it has so many useful and practical applications. I can't wait!

When I come back our friend the good Briarwolf and I are going to sit down and talk about life outside of Arcadia. While poor Gruk was never given a fair chance to be useful I feel that Conall Mactire shall be given a fairer chance to contribute. Yes, that is his name now. Whoever he was in the past - is gone; ripped to shreds by his sad experience in The Hedge. Yes, he shall have a new name, a real name. From that point he shall feel once again like an individual and not part of a collective mind. My words reached a part of his soul. I will not abandon him to the wilds of Chicago or Arcadia. He will play his part to save the Universe.

What else is there to talk about? My Lady, of course! How can I not write of her wild wit and beauty! I am feeling more confident that my friends - and they are my friends - shall help me regain my powers. I must have them back if I am to save My Lady. I am fully aware that the mission takes prime ranking in our course, but I feel that if My Lady were not a part of that mission then Lady Abigail [PBUHN] would have told me. I know that the others are not convinced of her innocence, but my Good Lord, have they never listened to She's Always A Woman To Me by Billy Joel! [A true fey prophet, I am sure.] If any song crystallizes my feelings - it is that song! She is waiting to be saved from herself! I know this! There is something inside her screaming and pleading for freedom! I must be the one to save her because nobody else in the Universe will give it a second thought! I wish that there was a way that I could convince them of this. I plead guilty to my own faults. I was a human though no race or being is immune to failure.

[Kyrie Eleison!]

And what is it that I woke up to you still wonder? No, not my little friend, she is a big, badass friend. I shall call her... Sweet Revelation's Baby... Oh yeah, they'll be thanking me one day for this just as I gladly thank them for all they do for the greater good of the mission.

[6/14/2010]