Guest Log of Ice Hermit Homer and his Wife Trish the 'Trice

Intricate runic inscriptions are scrawled across a piece of ashen driftwood carved in the likeness of Ogmir, the slumbering giant

Oberon of Heimburgsgate [2473], 7th Glacial Epoch, 69th Moon

I don’t know what to write. Scruffy McBrewmaster is telling me to write about what I learned from his potion of confusion. Uhhh Ok. I learned that this guy is insane. I was told he could help me walk the ice vein way. I think he drugged me. This cave is kind of creepy, all the furniture is made out of dork bones. He calls this cockatrice his wife? The guest log I’m inscribing is literally just a log. Really nice log tho, seems like ancient elf wood.

Ok, he’s telling me to get serious, that this ink is magic and his log is sacred. He trained me, I think. My memory is woozy, but after I drank the potion I felt like I was underwater. All of the rage I felt towards my family and my corrupt tribe– the freezing water sapped it away.

I’ve been trying to walk the frozen path with a fiery rage. But why would I take the hearth fire out onto the ice, if that’s what I’m trying to leave behind?

I’m ready to follow ancestor Dorkstaff. I will find the edge of the world, where all the lightning trapped below the ice returns to the sky.

He’s telling me to look at the backside of the log… Could it be?

Dorkstaff Thundercrack, Serpent Season, First Eclipse

Dictated to the frosty brewer with a lizard chicken wife, for I refuse to learn any scribal foolery.

I drank the dram of spiritual icebreaking. My vision spins with icy serpents smashed beneath my staff. Their blood spills and melts the ice. I swim in it and it swims in me-- warm, releasing. My progeny issue from the serpent blood spring. They are comfortable, rich. They do not know the honesty of desolate ice, the song of cruel wind, the crack of ego-cowing thunder.

To my progeny: get icey. Shoot many lightning bolts. Beat a serpent. Puff Puff pass the magic wizards through the omniverse.

I am Dorkstaff Thundercrack. Find me where the sun don’t shine.

Dictator's note: Mr. Thundercrack ate all of my pengu pâté before he left. Remember to lock the larder before he visits again. Also, Trish was rather flirty around him. Perhaps I should learn lightning bolt to rekindle our romance?

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