Rogue Wizard’s Journal January 21st, 2019
It’s been a week since my last journal entry. At that point, I had asked a question about what I needed to do to disappear? To fake my own death and thus keep my family protected from the Council of Magical Houses. Not a light question to ask but rather one for which I knew the short term consequences would be very grave. If the Council was ever defeated, even then, I might not be able to come back because of repercussions from people who might want revenge. I am sure many other men and women have been down this road, I just never thought it would be me.
After finding my clothes, the Lioness offered to me a room in the Venus mansion. It was basically part of the attic with a corner window that looked out over the grounds. I remember the Venus mansion from when I was teen, but I have never been up here and I was glad for the fact that I was separated from the women that lived here. The House of Venus takes female superiority and feminism to whole new levels. I have enough women troubles without being around a group of them that is generally hostile and would see me as a threat as well as a piece of meat and a walking dildo.
The attic apartment, because that is what it is, suits my needs. It has a bed, a small kitchen area and a work area in a medium size open space. A small bathroom is cordoned off with its own room. When I asked about it, the Lioness simply said it was a place they kept for people who needed privacy and perhaps a safe place to stay. I guess I fit that bill on both counts.
I now had access to some of the reports about me in the files of the Council and it has caused me to realize how I need to truly disappear very soon. They are very alarmed about me and the possibility I might take the side of pixies and tilt the balance at least in this area. They won’t accept that because the war right now is tightly contested. Magical creatures and mages are paying heavy prices for even the smallest gain. The Council would see my entry as a full-fledged battle mage as a threat they can ill afford. So the plan was for me to stay low and get ready to ‘die’ and disappear.
Thing is, I am not really taking a side here. I am joining the resistance but that resistance’s goal is not to make a pixie world or a mage world but rather a free world for all magic. The Council is a threat to that, but so also are certain magical creatures and groups that want chaos to reign. You might see the council as the extreme end of the order and the creatures that support the genocide of mages as the extreme end of chaos. The thing the resistance wanted was neither of these two extremes forced on others, but rather letting each creature/mage decided for themselves their own path between order and chaos. An idea that is only really dangerous in the minds of tyrants.
Probably more on my mind was how I was surrounded by women at this point. As a now happy bachelor, I would have enjoyed it except most of them want me dead. The only thing that is stopping that is the Lioness decree and my bodyguard.
Her name is Amber. She is an absolutely gorgeous redhead. Tall too, as she is only probably half a head shorter than me. She is young, so the beauty she has is probably actually natural. I trust her because she is not an illusionist or mentalist type of mage. She is a straight up evoker specializing in fire magic. Nice curves too. She often wears a low backed gown usually of red and gold jewelry. Basically, no one bothers me when she is at my shoulder, and oddly enough she is one of the few House Venus types that doesn’t seem to be assessing my body like a piece of meat and wondering what condom size I wear. I like her because she is the only woman in the place who my relationship with is not complicated. Her job is to keep me alive. I am cool with that.
The other women in my life are not so simple.
Raven will be my contact with the resistance in the field. She and her team of the troll and the skinny mage will be my backup if things turn to shit. The dark gothic half-elf, who is probably the same age as myself but looks eighteen, is competent, but there is something about her with me that is pure sexual temptation and trying to maintain professionalism in that mindset is difficult.
The Lioness is professional and probably keeping her looks alive with magic and alchemy. That said she is also roughly my age. I can hold my end with her. I don’t trust her to be honest for a lot of reasons. If the war goes poorly for the resistance, I can see her disavowing all knowledge to save her own curvy ass. She is the kind of person who supports change until that change causes her personal risk to the point she backs off and plays CYA.
Lunette is sullen these days. I think she wanted to reignite this old flame we had, but based on some things I said she might have come to the conclusion that it is a ‘no’ and maybe that it is out the realm of possibility for me. Honestly, though, my attitude toward sex is getting more pixie-like every day since leaving the whole Christian faith. My magic aura to her is like crack cocaine, and for me, pixies represent a recharge and supercharged magical force that I cannot begin to describe. The relationship would be intensely erotic and be mutually beneficial on a practical magical front. The only problem is pixies have no concept of sexual fidelity. Not that it represents as big of a problem to me anymore.
The only thing that keeps me from dating and the whole sex issue right now is a promise I made to myself about mourning my wife for six months. I still wear my ring for that reason. January is almost over and that would be three months. Halfway there. Once April is over, then I am going to set the ring aside and enter the world of male-female relationships once again and I don’t really have this idea that sex is strictly for marriage anymore. It is just Lunette and me have some baggage of another variety and I don’t know if I want to open up that suitcase of pain.
Then there is the whole ‘spirit’ of Elpis shit. Is it possible that Miss Salty was under the influence of Elpis? Shit, that would explain a lot but I have no idea what motivates a dryad turned possessor of human females. What rage or hurt is driving her right now or quite frankly what drove her to destroy the tree and leave the grove in the first place?
Besides all the other preparation to disappear, I had two things I really needed to do as main things. 1) Visit the grove and see for myself what happened and 2) assembly my team for action. The first I resolve to do tomorrow and the second I am still waiting for the first dossiers to arrive.
Its been a while since I have been to the Grove. Hell, it’s been a while since I even looked at it from a distance. But there are internal real questions as well as practical ones to answer. I have a suspicion this is going to be painful but necessary.
The Rabyd Skald – Wandering Soul, Bard, and Philosopher. The Grey Wayfarer.