Sometimes I truly wonder, with all that I have witnessed, with all the things that I know lurk beneath the gentle exteriors of the world we think we live in, if I am truly mad, or if it is everyone else who suffers and it is only I and those like me who are free?
I am fast on the path to delving once again into the unknowable. I have a black Morchem candle and I’ve recently procured Miralin Oil, a foul substance with a vileness difficult to describe. I have also located an iron fetish, though at some cost, and should have access to it soon. I have been studying the incantation for banishing the hungim and I believe it is truth – I can feel the power vibrating from the words as I study them. These are old words, to be sure. I hope they will do what I need them to, with a minimum of negative consequence. Continue reading