[Set more than a day after this log still in progress. Mozenrath is seen sitting at his desk, looking pretty much his usual self. There's an odd blur that crosses the screen that indicates Xerxes is there, flipping and swimming in the air with an odd energy that's not usually there. He waves the creature down, who obediently joins him at his ( Read more... )

Not the largest haul, as far as newcomers are concerned. But I'm curious: How many magic users does that make, now? There were so few of us when I first arrived -- nearly two years ago now.

So sound off: Magician? Wizard? Sorcerer? You're among your own; let's see how many!

...The rest of you can go about your business. Catch chickens. Throw rocks ( Read more... )

[Mozenrath was just checking his journal for something and doesn't seem to realize he's activated the camera when he sets it down again. Xerxes, hanging just within view to the left side of the screen, does appear to notice, and he flips and swims at the sorcerer, who has since turned to berate the two student Wardens making potions in his room, ( Read more... )

[If Mozenrath looks exhausted it's totally because he's freaking exhausted. He's also obviously in the infirmary.]

Whoever brought me here can take a long walk off a short plank. Just saying.

[He sighs and lays his hand over his eyes for a moment to block out the brightness.]

I can go back to my room soon. So long as Snape's in zero I'm not really ( Read more... )

Fellow denizens of the Barge, it is with a heavy heart that I must inform you that other occupations have risen up to take my precious spare time away from me. I will not be retiring fully from my position at the pub. However, I will have to reduce my time there from five nights a week to...four and a half nights a week.

...All right, four.

I know ( Read more... )