Inu Journal of Clainin

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Title: Journal of Clainin

Author: Clainin

(*Excerpted*)

What a day! My feet are sore, my mana drained, my temper frayed by that batty old crone. I am going to kill the person who sent me to her... slowly. She did nothing but offer insult to me, to the Guard, to everything we did or said. She made me, the Royal Thaumaturgist of the Court of Britannia, stand barefoot in her hovel! I will spend the next week washing sand out of my robes I am sure. I do not like the desert. The Commander of the Guard can keep her adventures in the future I am sure. I definitely prefer my lab, my comfortable rooms, and my feet on a stool by the fireplace in the evenings.

I took the Royal Guard to her in good faith. We walked through the desert to the hovel she calls a house. A hot and dusty trail it was, through the desert infested with strange beetles, which clicked to each other over some distance warning of our approach. I was told she would demand a price for translating Dupre’s Journal. The price was unusual to say the least. In all of what I have read of these people, more mysteries crop up than answers to their strangeness. I wonder if those spirits in the home of the fan dancers were really her nephews? She sent us down there to free them somehow. When we spoke to them, these rather large demons appeared and wailed at us. They sounded like they were in so much pain. I did not have much time to attack them directly however, as the Guard had great difficulty slaying them. I spent my time bringing their spirits back to flesh and healing them with my magic.

After this of course, I gated them back to the crone. She once again greeted us with insults and insisted on her ridiculous traditions. I hope I never grow so crotchety when I get old. She looked taken aback to say the least, especially when one member of the Guard told her they were easily defeated! I could have laughed aloud and offered the young man a medal to be sure. I kept my composure however, and waited for her to say she would translate the journal.

She decided her price had not been high enough. I was outraged, but I managed to remain in control. Thank the Virtues that my Master taught me patience so well. We had to go to the Blighted Forest and kill the Kami of Drought that haunted it. I know little of spirits and other such mumbo jumbo, but I do know that creature was extremely challenging to the Guard and I. We did however manage to defeat it with minimal losses. Thank the Virtues the Guard Commander has been so diligent with their training. They worked very well together after they sorted out what was required.

When we returned to the crone I was even more outraged. She agreed to translate the Journal, which I was happy to hand over to her. Then she waved a hand and dismissed us as if SHE was some Queen! She has no concept of rank or position among our folk. If it weren’t so vital that we get this translated I really would have continued looking for someone else to help.

What a day! It is so good to be home. I think I might ring for another cup of tea.



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