Sea Witch Tavern
The New Magincian Trading Co.

Tavern night continues tonight at the Sea Witch Tavern in New Magincia. So long as someone doesn’t pull another Cthulhu…

You don’t want to know where that beard has been.

No cover charge. Doors open at 8:00 PM PST / 11:00 PM EST. Foolish Mermaid and Love Potion No. 9 on tap. Leave the Virtues at the door.

A Blacksmiths Journal
Ren of J’helom

The Warrior’s Bounty is thriving! Someone came in today and asked for fifty full plate suits. He even offered to pay me an additional 100,000 gold if I would set my other work aside until his order was completed. I thought he was joking until he laid a check down on the counter. It looks like some people still appreciate the personal touch of a lone blacksmith. I cannot wait for those arrogant jerks over at the J’helom Armory to hear about this.

I wonder what he wants with fifty full plate suits. The man stops in every day but there is something about him that is very unsettling. I cannot bring myself to ask what they are for. Perhaps I am better off not knowing.

The man stops in more frequently now but he still barely speaks. When I asked him his name, he just smiled. So, I call him “Sir.” I cannot figure out what it is about him that bothers me so.

Word came in that a caravan from Minoc was raided. The men were assaulted and their goods were stolen. After Sir heard about this, he informed me that he will be staying in the shop with me until his order is completed. He says it is safer. The whole thing makes me uneasy.

Sir speaks even less now. We sit in silence most of the day as I work and he watches me. That blank stare of his makes my skin crawl. I hope to finish his order soon.

I feel his eyes on me even when we are not in the same room. Whenever I take a break from work, he gives me a look that genuinely frightens me. I never see him sleep or ear. I wish I had never taken this job.

The J’helom armory was attacked today. Fortuno was still inside when the firebombs hit. The healers did all they could for him, but it was too late. Now “Sir” insists the door to the Warrior’s Bounty is to be locked at all times. I feel like a prisoner in my own home.

As the only smith in town while the Armory is under repairs, people are constantly showing up, but “Sir” keeps turning away would-be customers. I am surprised to admit that I am a bit relieved when he does.

Sir has stopped speaking altogether. No one bothers coming to the shop anymore. They still do not know who is responsible for the attack on the Armory. I am seriously considering early retirement.

Stack of Dispatches
EM Drosselmeyer

Impulse Control: Notes
EM Drosselmeyer

Ryan as always seems to lack the consistency and I daresay the detachment necessary to truly evaluate his own processes or properly catagorize the successes and failures therein. It has been educational watching the formulations he administered in action, in that nearly ninety-five percent of all subjects succumbed within a matter of minutes to the dosages he had prepared and given. Whilst this is a high degree of efficiency amongst such a diverse and divergent population, be it amongst gender, age, and fitness gaps, it is peculiar to note the almost five percent that do not succumb.

Of course, Ryan’s only consideration was to immidiately give them a second dosing, followed by a third in the case of one particularly aberrant individual, but at least I was able to catalogue and catagorize the few similarities that were held by those who exhibited resistant traits. It seems that the most troublesome of these is all had spent at least some time near either the Jukan or the Meer settlement of Lakeshire, the latter being more common for obvious reasons. Unfortunately, it’s impossible to discern at this point what exactly set the most aberrant individual apart, but from the few things I was able to have gathered the man hadspent time attempting to learn from the Meer eternals. I suppose it will be prudent to capture a few Meer and Jukans to test on next, and perhaps a brace or three of Gargoyles, elves, and humans as well.

One can never be too thorough.

Magic and Science Cont.
EM Godiva

Event: Healer Class.
Date: Thursday, March 8th 2012.
Time: 8:00 PM PST / 11:00 EST.
Location: EM Lecture Hall.

Important Note: Please remember to bring a plant to class this week.

The Machine of Discord: Path of Blood
WarderDragon

Ilshenar smells of blood tonight.

Rumor is spreading that an injured man managed to scale the Pass of the Machine in retreat. Those dispatched to the site have discovered a path of blood stretching across the waste to the citadel of Ver Lor Reg.

Disease Spreads to Magincia
Valek Typhoon

A disease strikes the heart of New Magincia, one wrought with the Mainlands hands on it. Giving the local livestock a glassy mindless glare – the locals declare that these animals are very dangerous, sickly and must be put down right away. The islanders have decreed this the Gif syndrom and are working around the clock to purify their lands of these animals.

The Machine of Discord: The Dark Titan
WarderDragon

An ancient enmity exists between the Magincians and the Great Old Ones. A war that stretches back to the time of the Meliak Clan, the Terinzeliach and the Zellinous, between those who would enslave the world to wealth and pride, and those who would throw open that ancient font and send us spiraling into oblivion.

It has been two nights since Sorcerers, under the auspices of the New Magincian Trading Co., launched an assault on the Dark Titan. Casting down his towers, and committing sacrilege upon his altar, the Soulbinder was crushed, defeated and shattered for a time. But Corgul’s defeat is fleeting, and even now he mends beneath the waves, biding his time.

A week, since Osireidon the Old One attempted to claw himself onto the shores of the Isle, and bathe himself in the blood of its citizens. He too was driven back, but for how long?

The hour comes. In a weeks time, the New Magincians plan to summon another ancient evil to this plane, where he will be weak and without power. Gather to see the conquest of the deep, or to fall with the prideful, Wednesday at 7:00 PM PST. The docks of New Magincia.

Sally…. Pie…. Pie…. Sally….!

For at least the last two years those two words have been inseparable on Baja! And as of last Sunday even more so with the opening of Sally’s Famous Pie Shop. The shop is located in a land that is surrounded by mountains and you can only get there by magic. Bakery, restaurant and pie museum are all in one location. There were pies that most of us have never seen before, one being a Maple Leaf Pie.
At the beginning of the tour Sally thanked EM Godiva for giving her the idea of a pie shop, JINX for donating some of the pies that are in the museum and Toni Fierce for thinking up the name of the shop. After the tour Sally had planned a scavenger hunt for us. Everyone was given a book that had the items you had to find. I don’t think any two books were alike. First place winner was Dragon Lynx, Chareos won 2nd place and Glory won 3rd place. First place prize was 5 million gold!

We all were given a gift bag that included a recipe book for a “Handalf Pot Pie”. I was pretty surprised when I read the title but in reading the recipe you discover that it’s actually a recipe for building a nest that looks like a pie!

Congratulations Sally and thank you!

The following is a short video of the grand opening.