Happy Sol’s Day!
Rogue Wizard’s Journal – October 30th, 2019
Well, the fear I have been having has taken form. I have been nervous every time we go to town and the last couple of times I felt that we were being watched. Closely watched. Lunette says her scouting runs every morning show nothing but I pulled my familiar raven Nevermore from his pocket dimension and added his wandering eyes to scouting and in the end, it has paid off.
The cold of fall and early winter is on the Upper Peninsula so the skinny dipping sessions have disappeared and we are spending more time in the sauna and cuddled in bed for that matter. Our plan was to settle in here for the winter and then take off in the spring. As safe as this place seems, the fact remains the longer we stay here the more difficult it will be to keep ourselves hidden.
My relationship with the two women is growing and we are now pretty comfortable in the presence of each other to the point intimacy of all levels is pretty normal with us. If it wasn’t for the constant danger we are in, things would be wonderful. As it is we have to remind ourselves our little paradise on earth is under threat from some of the most dangerous magic users in the world.
Today brought to that the forefront of our mind as we finally saw a Death Angel wandering in town. It took us back for a second but we knew immediately he was hunting for us. he didn’t stand out at first with his black overcoat like he probably would have during summer, but in the cold weather, he looked normal for this time of year. If it wasn’t for his pale skin and pure white hair – two side effects of necromantic magic.
I have been a rogue wizard all my life and am not in any way bound by the Council’s laws on necromancy (which you can see they violate themselves), but you know what magic form I have never dabbled in? Necromancy. It dangerous shit as it can truly exact a heavy price if you do not learn to safeguard yourself. The most potent form of it is death spells which require the life of someone to cast.
I suppose this is also its greatest weakness and why so many necromancers don’t like casting the death spell. You have to first bind another living creature to the spell as the ‘cost’ for casting it, then cast it hoping you did the binding spell right. If you don’t it will take that price from you. That’s why necromancers like immortals as if the bind their death spells to an immortal then its unlimited charges.
Normally though most necromancy takes blood or other living things of smaller size like bugs or rats. Which is why necromancers are fond of them. They also tend to use blood magic using their own blood when possible but the blood of others if necessary. It isn’t uncommon for necromancers to have cuts on their palms. More subtlely the magic begins to take the color from your skin and hair. Pale is what you call a long term necromancer.
Nevermore was circling the town above us when he spotted the guy. He was tall, pale and dressed in a black overcoat. Really, right out of a movie. These necromancer types the Council recruits are usually professional and have the same moral code as Darth Vader. Often the same effect on people too.
I quickly told the girls to get in the truck and we needed to leave as quickly as possible without causing a scene. We finished our shopping, loaded the truck and headed back to the cabin. We all breathed a heavy sigh of relief when we were home.
Nevermore came home a little later. I had left him to observe the man. He stayed, seemed to track something by sniffing where we had been and then took off into the woods.
“What could he be sniffing for” Amber asked.
“Me”, Lunette answered.
Pixies have their own smell that is unique. Lunette never wears perfume as she already smells like flowers constantly. I love her smell but it is unique in that what would a pixie be doing here in the middle of nowhere? There is no grove up here. The presence of a pixie wouldn’t be too abnormal if this wasn’t werewolf territory for the most part and pixies and werewolves have a blood feud so old, no one remembers who started it. But if that smell is accompanied by two others who are human then it might set off some alarm bells.
Nevermore lost him and came home.
The time of year does not help either. Halloween is upon us and that means the worlds are crossing over and the spiritual plane will give necromancers a little boost to their powers. All wizards really, but the undead will walk tonight and they will have an easier time spotting us. I checked my wards and we are sitting by the fire instead of in the bedroom. The plan is to take shifts being on watch. This could get ugly. Nighttime will be the worst.
The series is coming to its finality. I should also note that the last parts are going to be emotionally draining for me to write. That’s the only spoiler alert you are going to get.
The Rabyd Skald – Wandering Soul, Bard, and Philosopher. The Grey Wayfarer.