Lustig's Library-Bound Journal (Public)

[probablyamage]

Journal of

Lustig Luther Latherion

The mechanic of the journal is similar to the last one, in that others can write entries if they wish, and any information contained in it is IC knowledge if you wish to RP having visited the Academy library (open to the public) and read it. This one won't be teleporting around Cormyr though




Thief old friend, I'm back! Well, not literally, and not quite yet actually. I haven't actually created another teleporting journal (let alone another sentient one) I'm just writing this in normal mostly unenchanted paper. Technically, this journal can't leave Alizarin's library without a condition or two being met, but we'll get into that later (maybe). I don't think I'll be creating another teleporting journal like my last one. As my master always said "If at first you don't succeed you should have studied harder! Damn impatient youth, always jumping into things before they're ready" (I'll curtail his grumbling here, the old man could get crotchety on the subject). I'll grant that it only indirectly applies here. I learned some lessons from my last creation which I'll apply to my next almost inevitable attempt at creating sentience. Why yes thief, since you're curious, I did keep a copy of everything written. Why you ask? I'm under no obligation to tell you!........but we're friends, and friends share things (although apparently not their name. AHEM). It's really quite simple. Journal came and went as befitted her whim. If I wanted to review something written upon her pages and she didn't happen to want to sit still at the time, I needed an alternative. Happily, it's a simple matter to copy vast amounts of writing magically. As such, I'll leave a similarly minorly enchanted copy of my old entries next to this, that others might read it and benifit from my questionable wisdom, and unquestionable intellect. frc.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=adventurer&action=display&thread=14759


Well, with all of that out of the way you might be wondering why I'm beginning anew. The truth is Thief, I rather missed our predominantly one way conversations. I found it cathartic to write in my Journal, and presumably will find my new journal to be the same. I have oh so much to talk about, but we'll begin in the logical place, with me horribly burning a sentient creature to death. I regarded my Journal as a daughter of sorts. I breathed life into her, I dyed her very being with knowledge and purpose.....and she loved me for it. Love in itself wouldn't necessarily be a bad thing. After all, I loved her as well. The issue was that she loved me romantically, which was awkward, and was lethally jealous of Sashara, which was unacceptable. The moment that she tried to harm my betrothed she forced me to choose between the daughter of my magic, and the love of my life......it was an agonizing choice, but not a difficult one. The instant I was assured that there could be no peaceful resolution, I immolated my Journal, holding her in my very hand as the flames consumed her. It was an emotional experience. No, I'm not going to write about how I felt. Instead I am going to whine about........something. What you might ask? Skip to the next paragraph and see!

I have decided after whole seconds of deliberation to whine about my quill pen. A two foot long brightly dyed giant eagle feather seemed like a good idea when I bought it, but it has backfired on me spectacularly. I bought it with three purposes in mind. The first was obviously to use as an instrument to convey ink onto paper as I see fit, in which it has performed tolerably well. The second was to look huge, fancy and pretty while I write, thus attracting attention and curiosity (why yes, I do enjoy attention. Try to keep up!). Unfortunately, I almost never find myself writing in public, and on the rare occasion that I do, I haven't really wanted to be the center of attention. I am forced to call the second intent a failure, and place the blame squarely on the pen instead of my expectations. The third purpose was it's most grand, and where it has failed so magnificently. I can't look at a giant feather without wishing to use it as an instrument of tickling. The problem? Well, there's really only one person who I wanted to tickle with it. Shortly after purchasing the pen and after a great deal of work, the details of which elude me, I won a bet with Sashara in which she would submit to tickling. The problem is that thin scales, while sexy, aren't exactly ticklish. And her damn self control is such that where another person would have been laughing to tears, she merely smirks. Ironically, even as I write about the pen's failure to tickle my beloved, the tail end of the quill pen brushes lightly across me as I lean over this page, prompting a giggle. Yes, while I bought the pen to tickle Sashara, the damn thing tickles me! Betrayer!

[probablyamage]

Thief, I'm as shocked to hear this as you no doubt are, but it's time to face facts. I'm easy to manipulate. Food. Food and affection, those do the trick. I blame Hannah, personally. Delicious, delicious cookie flavored manipulation. She took to my lessons on the subject shockingly well. They always say that the true mark of a teacher's success is when his student uses his teachings against him successfully. What they don't say is that it's less fun the second time.....or the third......or the fourth....you get the idea. They also don't mention that I'm a fantastic lover. But I suppose that's for the best. I might get suspicious as to just how they knew this. Which no doubt leads you to wonder if I can be manipulated by sex. NO! No thoughts of seducing me, Thief! I'm a one woman man......now anyway. It's still a bit odd. The actual answer to the question is no as well, though. I can't be manipulated by sex, but I can be distracted by it. Yes Thief, there is a distinction between the two. I'm often willing to just let things go with people manipulating me by food and affection....damn the day I taught that to my sister......but with lovers, or more specifically with Sashara, I can't let anything go unexamined.

Now for a subject very close to my heart....my liver. I don't drink enough anymore. (We're going to pretend for a little bit that my recent magically assisted, scientifically sound binge drinking didn't happen.) Adventurers just don't seem to drink as much as you would expect. Usually facing down horrors beyond the comprehension of commoners would lead to someone drinking, but no, most do something boring like find religion. This leaves me with fewer opportunities to drink than I would like. Because Thief, I don't like to drink alone. Who am I going to drunkenly joke with then?! The hallucinations? Well, they're very polite, but the conversation tends to be entirely one way. And besides, the fire, while very welcoming, made a rude comment when I told it that story about the Tiefling, the other Tiefling, and me in between the Tieflings (less erotic and more ouchy than you're imagining....at least at first). What am I to do thief!? I tried getting Hannah to drink, to no avail. I tried getting Sashara to drink, to even less effect. I suppose I should try inviting the Steel Regent out for drinks. Yes, that seems like a sound idea!

MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA *ahem* tee hee. I have decided to begin recruiting for my mage tower. I assume that Archmages, when acting Archmagely laugh evilly. No? Well then, what else are we to do?! Quietly studying magic isn't very dramatic. Well, not unless you're quietly studying magic on a precariously perched platform, which is being carried by an elephant....which is on fire!......in the HELLS! I guess that would be dramatic, at least until you zoom in enough to where you can only see the Archmage, and not the background. I suspect that my respect for individual freedom and the pursuit of one's own studies will lead me to be a terrible leader. I bet Alizarin Academy would prefer someone in charge who would look over the various mage's shoulders and say things like "Bad. Stop the murdering". But no. They get me. I'm really more likely to say something like "Bad, stop the murdering where people can see it. There's a wonderful patch of shadow over there that I can completely ignore what you're doing in". Ignorance is bliss. Which, in retrospect, is a weird thing for one of the leaders of an academy in pursuit of knowledge to state. But hells, it's true. So long as the rules which I'll eventually get around to setting....probably.....are followed, that's really most of what I'm concerned with.

[catmage]

*Written in a stately, economical lettering on a piece of parchment placed within the journal*

Headmaster Latherion,

It is is the humble request of this Headmaster that such material be kept from the general under aged student's ability to read, and to note that it is official Alizarin policy to publicly denounce murder as a legitimate research tool where legally protected entities are involved. Also, let it be known that any object that is intended to provide comfort as it's primary function, included but not limited to benches, chairs and fluffy pillows, when be removed from Academy grounds, shall be rendered terminally unpleasant. Such effects may or may not be rendered in the form of modified or un-modified fireballs, baleful polymorph, feeblemind, or transmute humanoid to potato spell, spell-like effect, or quasi-magic effect.

In good health, and for the glory of Marsember,
Ailren Selinfer, Headmaster

[EDM Neo]

*scribbled out on the next page*

Dear Owner of Journal,

Which is to say, Luuuusssssttttiiiiiggggggg! You're a pain to find sometimes, you know that? You should relocate your spire and a chunk of desert somewhere more convenient to reach, so that I can come harass you more easily. I need help, but I can't risk anyone finding out with what, so I need to pass you a secret message, that can't be found by paladins! But I'm not worried, because everyone knows they can't read books, much less decipher a poorly hid missive.


I sure think I can't understand why Ailren'd think so very poorly of removing objects that a person knows is good for relaxing on birthday! Weird, as a gift they'd be nice for enjoying one's self. The only trouble's a paladin, they are grumpy and quite silly, yes? I can think of only few who can have a good time. A shame, really. These few are rare these days. I think maybe I'll just go and give my books now, you really helped me. Food sounds good now, if I can find. You be well, Lustig. Help your students!


Did you find it? You'd better, I'd laugh at you as a poor excuse for a wizard if not. On that note, if anyone laughs at the poor grammar, I'll probably light them on fire or something. It's all for the sake of being silly, which I'll have you know, is an art form!

In any case, get back to me soon.

See you later,
Rosaline

[Spells]

Somehow I search for a book over the cause for mortal aging and come across this, luckily Lustig I do have such a use for it as of now. Putting aside the comments of possibly stabbing others in the dark or otherwise secretly in the academy, I have a few questions for you.

The first is this strange idea I should be giving students "grades". What purpose does giving them a basic numerical evaluation solve for anything in the field that can never be perfect, only further perfected, with endless amounts of understanding as per is the nature of the weave (we will discuss your personal thoughts of a specific set of scrolls later).

The second and far more interesting matter, is a curiosity I have yet managed to answer so far, though had many inputs over the matter. It came to me while a group was trying to come up with riddles to ask some sphenix near me, and while those that pursue such are welcome to use this, I do not yet know the answer, nor do I expect it would work for such a creature for a variety of reasons.

The question in mind however, was the existence within plane connecting areas, as to how the area melded by such exist. The most common use of such spell is often noted as a spell that creates a warp between the currently held plane and another, forming a blade like ripple within the plane connecting the two. If the two planes touch at such a point, does the area between exsist and does it truly have form, or are they simply two areas briefly merged together in one existence becoming the same spot, or other theories. I have my own theories but I was curious of yours next we spoke. To be noted, students whom wish to attempt to theories over this matter, (and it should be remembered by a certain headmaster where this book lay...) can see me about the matter, please explain your theory and any method you have of attempting to prove or test this hypothesis and I shall go over them to give any further aid you may wish in understanding or researching the matter, please advanced students only.

Alora Spellbender
Instructor of Enchantments, Illusions, Philosophy

PS: Any students in attempts to do harm to one another in any form for a none acceptable reason as stated by the morals of many headmasters and instructors here can please see me after class for what will happen if not only caught but what has happened across Corymr for many such murdering, shadows or not.