I was drawing a bunch of pentagrams in my notebook during math class because I was bored and I think I drew 150 pentagrams in total before a devilish-looking guy wearing a red suit broke down the door of the classroom and yelled“wHAT the fUCK do you wANT?!”
You don’t care (that’s okay) but my Mac – of more years than she ought to exist – finally fell over 95% of the way into tech Oblivion. She’s not utterly dead, just… a bit very Undead.
I have been gifted a new Mac by someone infinitely kind. And am now trying to do techno-necromancy on a new operating system. (Well, it’s still better than the last few weeks on a shattered-screen iPhone.) All I mean is, I have not been able to look up stuff recently for talesofnecromancy, but now I have a computer I hope I shall be able to find more varied content for followers =)
I have also been talking to H when I can and it would appear that things have not been going as calmly as I would like in the Storm Lands. I haven’t decided yet whether to start typing up conversations again or not – I guess send a note or something if you want to hear more conversations with H?
I’m talkin’ necromancer, but in a hands-on kind of way. I’m talkin’ rubber boots thick with freshly-turned mud. I’m talking palms all calloused from the effort of it all. I’m talking biceps. I’m talkin ruddy cheeks and a tan. I’m talkin shoving spell components into ratty overalls and scribblin’ incantations in the old almanac. I’m talkin bringing back Patches ‘cause the mice got in the grain and no one else was quite as good at chasin pests away. I’m talkin asking the old donkey if she wouldn’t mind another spin, only the mare’s just exhausted what havin just had twins. I’m talking grandpa said, before he went, that he felt he wasn’t done, and he’s really gonna miss the golden wheat under sun. And who am I, in the end, to deny a dyin’ wish?
I’m talkin bringing a yellowed lantern into a field of moonlight and puttin up a scarecrow you’d swear just waved back.
