Happy Saturn’s Day
Rogue Wizard’s Journal – January 1st, 2019
2018 was one bad year. I mean I did finishing my degree at school, I am now looking for a new job in earnest and I have an internship to complete. But there was also losing my faith, my ministry as a pastor, almost losing my marriage and all the crap of the rest of it. Honestly, I am glad 2018 behind me and hope that 2019 is better. I guess why I am starting this journal thing is I want to see what happens and chronicle it for a lot of reasons. It should be noted that each entry could be my last.
That is one reason I am doing this journal. The Council made me do this thing where I chronicled my past from the time I got my magical abilities until I set them aside in my late teens. I guess I got used to writing the chronicles of my life and now that I have once again taken up the mantle of ‘wizard’, I think it might be helpful for posterity sake. Particularly if something happens to me, that I can leave a record of my battle against the tyranny that is the Council. I may have had to leave my family behind at some point and go underground to protect them. I hope this journal will explain things to them if it finds itself in their hands. Seeing it can only be seen and touched by someone who shares my lineage, it might remain hidden from the Council and find its way to them.
My recent magical troubles started with the death of a person who I shared a protective link with; which meant the protection that link gave me from discovery vanished. My innate magical abilities could be detected and I was indeed captured by the Council because I was unaware this had happened. I wasn’t really captured, so much as constantly being watched and warned not to try to run. House arrest you might say.
During this time I was asked, not too politely to chronicle the story of how I discovered my powers, what people influenced my magical abilities and why I set them aside. I did this and it was of immense interest to them but the joke was on them. I put a spell in the ink that very few know. It basically sets itself on fire once the spell’s trigger is cast. All those journal entries, up in smoke as soon as the last entry was written and read. Lost forever.
I also pretty much gave the middle finger to the Council with my final entry. “Come get me bitches.” Probably not the wisest thing to do. Well they did, but they miss fired and hit my wife instead.
“Sorry, sir. Your wife is dead and we are damned if we can find a cause.”
Terrible words to hear, seeing my wife and I had just reconciled after almost getting a divorce. But I knew the cause, magic. I could practically smell it and at the funeral when I was finally left alone with her body, a quick magic spell told me I was right – some sort of death spell. I also at that moment knew that neither I nor my family was safe. I could mourn my wife to the point of being vulnerable or turn the love I had for her into motivation to act. I chose the latter.
To my family who may find this – I love you, but I am sure that the Council would kill every single one of you to get to me. I may have to leave to protect you because I love you. I can’t say anything because the less you know about where I might go and where I might be the better.
The fact my wife died on November 1st is probably fitting as it is All Saints’ Day. I am not much of a Christian anymore, but my wife is probably the best example of Christian forgiveness I know. It has only been a short time but a lot has happened.
I used her life insurance to pay all our debts and finish off our apartment lease. I was in constant fear most of this time that the Council would try again but I have remained calm. Done what need to be done and now that school is over, I have little to do except continue to look for a job. I have enough life insurance left to hold me over for six months with everything paid off, so there is no immediate rush. I have an internship to do in the spring term, so I am going to do that.
The real puzzle I am having in my head is why the Council has not tried again? I can’t figure it, as I was sure they would try right after their misfires. That death spell is necromancy of the first order and that means the Death Angels – The Council’s number one hit squad. I mean they could have attacked and had it out with me by now but in truth I haven’t even detected any magical presence nearby. It is a puzzle.
I am not afraid of that final confrontation one way or the other. I have discovered my abilities have not really suffered that much in the interim. I mean I need to practice a little to get my skills back up, but my raw naked magical ability is still up there. This is particularly true in schools of magic known as evocation and abjuration. For the layperson, that means I am really good and burning, electrifying and freezing shit and protecting myself with shields that nullify from the same, as well as protect me from other forces. I am good and Divination but not great, so I can discern and detect things with magic. Illusion is weak, like feeble weak. I suck at conjuration, enchantment and transmutation, so only the most basic spells in those schools I can do. I have never even tried necromancy – not even a single spell.
I am actually quite unusual in this regard that I can do two schools with a great deal of power and skill. Most mages have one and maybe a secondary. I really have two, and a secondary along with other small abilities in the rest except Necromancy. I refuse to go Necromancy, so I don’t really know there. Hey, I may be rogue wizard but a trip to the dark side is not in the cards – yet.
My battle abilities ready, they have yet to be recently tested. So, I break out my books of magic and study. I set my wards to block detection and my security runes using evocation. My office room in the apartment now looks more like a wizards lab. Thankfully the landlady doesn’t have reason to even talk to me seeing I paid my rent to the end of summer. At least the rest of the place is clean. It’s the one thing I am OCD about.
The real problem is all my former contacts in the magical world are either dead, far away, estranged from me or I have no idea where they might be. I am really blind when it comes to intelligence and I am pretty much friendless in the magical world. Well not completely without friends in the magical world – there is Nevermore.
Nevermore is my familiar – He is a Raven. Just today I pulled him out of his pocket dimension and he looked at me with the most quizzical expression. Then I remembered it had been thirty years to me, but to Nevermore time had not passed. He knew it was me because of our bond, but he was probably wondering why his young friend looked so old. I told him the story and apologized to him for waiting so long to revive him. He cawed softly. I stroked his head. At least I wasn’t completely alone.
I could look for allies, I mean the Grove is just of couple miles away; I still live in Redberg. That said, I know I was banned for life from the Grove. All I would get would be spears and swords, if I went there. Yeah, no hope in that direction. The entity that rules that place shut me out a long time ago and quite frankly seeing her again would be very painful to me. So what does that leave? Not much. Perhaps I can journey to one of the cities and find the underground magic community. Who knows? Right now, I would give anything if Mr and Mrs. W were still alive. But they are gone and so is my father and my wife.
If I have learned anything about magic though, it is that people who practice it get drawn together. It is like a magnet. I know for instance now that I am using my power more it will draw people like the faerie to it like moths to flame. The word will get out that I am back which causes other problems. As much as I have few friends left in the magical world, I really don’t know the state of my enemies.
Let’s See. I killed the Mane of House Mars when I was in eight grade/freshman. I am fairly certain that they were trying to kill me for that right up until I dropped off the radar. House Venus asked me to do something that I refused to do which in their world is a breach of trust. I had promised them I would honor them for their silence about my existence by doing what they asked from time to time. I was under the impression I had some choice about what I would do; they disagreed. There is a reason The Council knows I am here and it is House Venus. There is also the assorted faerie from the Grove who might hostile. Several mages and creatures I have beaten in battle. Yeah, the list of enemies is long.
This is a real problem as get back into this dangerous game. Allies can be the difference between life and death and I have far too few of them. On the flip side, my enemies list could get really long in a quick hurry. Hell, it’s already too long. I need to do some prodding and poking to see what shakes loose. I need most of all to know why the entirety of the Council’s Death Angels haven’t come down on my head already.
Hopefully by my next entry, I will have some answers. The clock just struck midnight so – Happy New Year.
Author’s Notes: As I start this project, I am sure people are wondering the rationale behind killing my wife off. Well, it is certainly not because I wish it to happen. I would say the most devastating thing that could happen to me right now would be my wife dying. She has been my rock in my life of late. She has most definitely brought healing to me and her love is my motivation.
No. The Rationale is that it would be the one thing that would probably motivate me to vengeance if someone killed her. I wouldn’t take that lying down; someone would pay for it. Characters need motivation and the character of the Rogue Wizard, that persona, needs motivation that is very personal.
November 1st is also where the time lines between my real life and the time line of this fictional story split. This story is completely divergent in its time line. I can do everything differently that it in reality pans out. In the real-time line my wife is alive and well and I hope she stays that way for decades to come.
The issue of past characters I brought up last time in the introduction. There is one that will never appear and I think in this chapter I have addressed who they are and why they will never appear. That’s not to say they won’t influence the story because they were a large part of the backdrop canon known as The Hedge. But that is all it will be influence and backdrop. I knew people would be asking questions about it, so I hope I have headed things off.
The Rabyd Skald – Wandering Soul, Bard and Philosopher. The Grey Wayfarer.