Author: thecelticmyst

I often have a musical interlude for my young scholars at work. Many have complained about the words of their favorite bards being changed to tell about different instances from our glorious world’s past. Yesterday, I did not have the bard set up for their music. One of my elves pouted and asked where it was. Yes, I located an appropriate bard immediately. For all the moans, I’ve learned that many look forward to listening to the bards during their studies. I do have tomorrow’s bard already set up for them.

Due to a terrible curse cast upon me, I have spent the day holed up in my hovel. I attempted to take a nap, only to have my familiar claim my bed as his own. He gave me a warning mew when I tried to join him. I did finish a section of a chainmaille piece, a choker, that I am making in preparation for The Feast of Samhain. Alas, I have run out of the orange and black rings which I was joining with the solid orange ones and my middle strip of maille will be solid. I had just enough to pattern the twisted rings into the second on sixth rows.

I also started a second chainmaille choker for The Feast of Samhain. It is a spiral with black, green, and purple rings inspired by the great and feared faerie, Maleficent.

It was another lovely day at the Academy as my scholars learned about those who went before. One of them, a nymph, pouted and whined most sadly about having to read yet more documents and first hand accounts. I had one of the sprites from the Amazon Guild, her name is Alexia, sing Despacito for her. She seemed appreciative of the song and did diligently read the accounts as the sprite sang.

Later, as the young ones were hurrying home, I stepped out towards the privy when one of my elves stopped me. He wanted to know what he’d done wrong on a project and how he could raise his results. He’d only scored an 85.4% on it and was much distressed. So I stayed and went through his project to show him he’d missed doing a section of it. He will devote his evening to accomplishing this task as his results greatly disturbed him. I wish my goblins were such perfectionists as my elves.

Upon returning to my hovel, I used a magic crystal to talk to my first born niece. It is her birthday and I do love her so. She seems to be doing well and the messenger did get her present to her today. As I then prepared a meal of gruel, I must go to the river and cleanse the dishes I used.

It was the weekly night for hunting ancestors tonight. All I was able to accomplish was to continue to fill out my very large pedigree with the Ancestry guild. I did find more information on a friend’s ancestor who was almost killed in the Witch Discriminations that took place four hundred years ago with those who lived among the dark elves. Luckily, for her, her ancestor survived. The ancestor’s name was Mary Bliss Parsons.

I stopped when I discovered records that one of my own fore-bearers, on the O’Killey line had a tome written about him. I may have to endeavor to find a copy.

Upon returning to my hovel my magic mirror froze. The sprites are seeing if they can fix it. My smaller mirror needed to update its spells, but I am using it now. I just heard the magic tingle that indicates they were successful.

There has been a call to boycott the productions of the playwrights who work for the House of Sony. As the stories of the Spidermage was originally part of the House of Marvel, which married and merged with the House of Mouse, I will join this abstaining of all things from the House of Sony and urge others to do so.

It was another day at the Academy. Three of my goblins had to be permanently separated. Only one of the goblins then got into an argument with an elf, because he wishes Mouth Doesn’t Stop Moving would be quiet. She had to be set away from the others. Then she and one of her buddies swore that our kingdom has been around for more than three hundred years. They refused to believe that we once belonged to another kingdom. I sometimes despair over the system that King Bush created with his ill advised mandates. ‘Tis truly a pity.

The trip to the Market was more advantageous. Although, a nymph had let her offspring run loose through the market and they were dancing and singing loudly. They weren’t very good at music or dance, I must say. The market had the offering for the Feast of Samhain out. It is time to bring out our gourds and offerings to our family beansidhes and visiting spirits. Truly, ’tis the greatest of seasons.

When I returned to my hovel, I learned through the gossip channels of a great tragedy. The plays featuring Tom Holland as a boy bit by a magical spider who becomes a spider based mage as a result are in trouble due to one playwrights company trying to fight the greatest of conquerors and rulers. One should not try and fight the House of Mouse. It is grievous indeed and I shall listen to the rumors with great intent. The House of Fox tried similar tactics and is no more. One must learn from the mistakes of others. One should also learn from the past, lest they think that our kingdom was its own kingdom a hundred years ago. *sigh*.

The ride to The Academy was even worse than usual this morning. I have heard from the magic crystal network that the other side of the King’s Road 10 was blocked due to two carts colliding. Those riding their horses, carts, and carriages heading east, as I was, had to rubberneck. This slowed all of the horses down. One of our warlocks looked quite harried as he rushed in, glancing at the sundial continuously. One of my satyrs looked so pitiful, it seems several of his fellow goblins are stuck behind the cart collision. A sad satyr is a sorry sight.

I am now preparing for my goblins, elves, nymphs, and satyrs. Those who are learning about our kingdom’s past will be reading ancient documents and writing, before they write in the scroll stacks about those who were here before us. Those who are learning about our world’s past will be formulating the army the civilizations they created will be getting. Truly, it shall be epic.

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Everything I will be writing is true, however, the location has been moved to a high fantasy land and some species have been changed. I am middle-aged witch who lives in a small hovel with her familiar, which I pay a warlord way to much for each month, living in the City of the Firebird. Most days I teach history at the Sorcerer Supreme Academy to goblins, elves, nymphs, satyrs, etc.