Aty by Immelman, commission from Welof.

Adventuring in a dungeon, fighting monsters and looting treasures. That was the deal. Welof in front as a warrior, me as the healer. It was working allright until Welof started to accumulate negative conditions status and lots of wounds. I needed a more powerful spells than my cure light wounds. So, I looked through the spellbook and found something. A powerful spell that return things to their original state. It sounded perfect, clear everything up at once... and it was multiple targets for the same price. What not to like ? It was a difficult spell, hard to pull off, but time-related magic always is...
I guess the spell worked... kinda... should have been more explicit... let's hope this minotaur isn't into spankings cubs...


This is amusing when you know that the origin story of Loupy (not the Furson_hill version) is that I was a powerful magician that decided to help the world, I should age regress all the evil guys. As time goes by, I started to consider more and more people evil... unaware I was going against the virtues I once hold dear, becoming a tyran like those I kept age regressing... people fought me... I got age regressed and forgot all about my past (and lost my black wings) and after a time on the streets, I was adopted by Fiona.


Last night I had a bunch of dreams, the biggest one was really odd. I was walking in a cereal field when suddenly we found a mountain of legos (really, it was taller than us, and we were all adults). We started dividing this loot when we started discussing who should get the Game of thrones legos (yes, I said Game of thrones). Especially the Wall set, with its white walkers, John snow minifigurine and a giant figurine... really odd, isn't it ? What is the worse was the details of the figurines in the dreams, I really imagined real legos like that, really close to the lord of the rings legos. Gods, I have such an imagination.

Another dream is a recurring one the past few days, since Mommy called me from Canada from a dinner and pointed to an highchair and said I would be there next year in crinkles, sissy dress and bib. Now, I know the whole Canada is really really unlikely to happen (lots of pressure, money and all that). But I've been dreaming a lot about this actual scene of me in this highchair, in a restaurant, being spoonfed by Mommy... pretty stupid, I know.