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- Grimoire, or: magick of blood & culinary spells
- Monarch of Gods and Daemons
- Whose unholy will has hold over all of us
- This Grimoire is the property of Ms. Angelou, a native of the MacGregor-controlled
- region. If found, it is to be kept in a locked bookcase so that its sinful contents
- will not be inflicted upon another blameless victim. The picture is a self-portrait,
- drawn in my youthful years.
- In recent days I've grown restless in my daily occupations. Inspired by stories of
- old I've struck out to create a grimoire detailing the practice of blood magick
- & culinary spells.
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- Day 4529:
- The streets are filled with guitar's music, weaver's workers toiling hard to process
- textiles of the finer sort. I've found my occupation in the kitchen. The MacGregors
- are a kind and hardworking people who are eager to see their citizens grow into
- prosperity.
- Day 4549 (& updated 4821):
- - cucumbers
- - salmon
- - rice
- - gumbo
- - couscous
- - congee
- - keema
- - bigos
- - cocido
- - chowder
- - pickles
- - yun cheong (dried bird liver sausage)
- - steamed pork with leaves
- Day 4614:
- The practice of cooking human flesh is no simple matter. I don't know what the best
- source would be.
- Day 4625:
- The spirit of young Lind haunts the mountains. Lacking beeswax, there's little I can
- do to rid my would-be home of this spectral curse. Perhaps it was foolish to thrust
- myself fully (willingly, indeed) into the hands of a man driven by greed for gold.
- That is what the MacGregors called my master Novus Loreis, a greedy man who could not
- be trusted. They trusted me, and in turn entrusted me with a stationcar to travel
- safely and independently.
- Day 4635:
- I cannot forget the savages my friend Radnaax Kilmaar has fallen in with. I wonder if
- I can help him somehow. I'll light up herbs to guide him away from a people lecherous
- and most vile, driving monstrosities of metal that spit foul smelling petrol fumes.
- One day they'll be served a swift and violent justice, but I must collect my powers
- for deeds far greater indeed.
- Day 4679:
- Assembling ingredients for a potion. That large town of Klojt had a pleasant variety
- for sale. Unfortunately still no rice. Without it I cannot do my cooking.
- Day 4684:
- We're in some forsaken mountain town. Mr. Loreis is truly a business-minded
- gentleman. Without him I would surely be useless. These mountains are full of
- creatures. I sense them wandering, craving heard so loudly: wolves and leopards
- lurking, skulking in the shadows of their gloomy caves. How dare they encroach upon
- our human territory?
- Day 4689:
- We, Ceti Spring and I, murdered Michael Leventhorp, the greedy leader of this
- mountain town. Master Loreis was wronged and attacked by him, and we had no other
- choice so we murdered him while Mr. Loreis was out of town. My hands are covered in
- blood-- I dare not wash them. It's ill, it's vile, and each deed has its price to be
- paid. Success. That is what we aspire to, us murderers of the previous masters of
- this dragon's nest.
- Day 4726:
- My interests in the occult have not waned, but I've had little opportunity to explore
- the magick of blood & culinary spells. This is due to my occupation within the
- company, organising the kitchen and headquarters, recordkeeping of our storages,
- et&. I am currently undergoing a change of apparel, to appear more approachable
- towards potential customers.
- Day 4841:
- We're in preparation of a feast. Dragonloft has grown significantly in recent years.
- I'll have them all spellbound: they need but taste of my blood sausage, dried livers
- or steamed pork-- For they will feast of Mr. Leventhorp's rotten flesh! The streets
- are lined with shops by my magic; visitors step inside Marco's Marvels, the Golden
- Dragon inn, and Spectrum Boutique enchanted not by mere force of commerce, but far
- more ancient powers of blood magick.
- Every success comes at a price; this is the price of blood and rice.
- Day 4860:
- I suspect Marco of being a homosexual. Naturally, this is accompanied by worries
- about his mental and physical health, and the town's economy. Hopefully it won't
- frighten the customers, who might preferably see in him something of an endearing
- male whose neutered passions form no threat even to helpless females. Homosexuality
- continues to be a mystery to me. Men and women have a distinct and separate taste,
- but some don't adhere to important social boundaries.
- Day 4866:
- My latest experiments in the kitchen have led up to the unfortunate result of a
- botched spawning; some wolf come crawleth out of the ether. HOW FOUL its ragged
- breath-- what sickening creature is THIS? I shall want it bound by magic, lest its
- unearthly powers transcend what little grasp I have on the mortal world: NO, let it
- feel each lick of my whip and know: each bone picked clean for dinner-time, for no
- waste in Ms. Angelou's kitchen.
- Day 4926:
- My health deteriorates, despite each draught of Ceti's blood mix'd with mountain's
- herbs. Ground up a tooth that oughtn't be missed, plucked out an ear's hair right
- with my fist, locked up the blood that I oughtn't have kissed. There's been questions
- regarding the corpses-- I fear we shall have to bury them soon, lest their
- conclusions lead up to the occult's doorstep. (I shan't open!)
- Day 4953:
- Yesterday's feast a success, but the youth has questions! What, do they doubt the
- pristine history of Dragonloft? Why, they are correct, but let them taste of a
- sausage... 'tis of Ceti's flesh drawn. INDEED: The hog referred to, my accomplice of
- crimes in history past, not swine of the pink flesh (imported, also, through the
- trade routes leading down to the city). How civilised our commercial district, you
- say, while chewing on Ms. Spring's agèd flesh!
- Day 4957:
- Terrible, terrible news--!
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