Dear Auntie:
I hope this letter reaches you in good health. I hope this news does not cause you to hemorrhage in shock.
I am a city guard. You read that correctly. I am a city guard! Me!?
Five days a week, for eight hours a day, I walk a beat. I do not know why. Something about hoping Paladins will serve us when my hope is to be more adept than any Paladin or Wizard who ever lived!
I do not even know why I am in this particular city but I am now co-owner of a house here! A home owner, a beat cop, perhaps next I'll take up plumbing. Then, the god of all nether disposal systems will give us three master plumbers to aid our cause!
The house does not have a laboratory or even a decent library. Maybe I am the only one who reads?
To qualify for this position, I had to see if I could hit a stationary dummy with a lightening bolt. Wow. This is quite the elite operation I've joined.
I AM SERIOUS AUNTIE! They said, "hey, wizard, can you hit that dummy?" I said, "yes." They said, "go ahead and just try." A half second later the target dummy was vaporized. No, the dummy was not animated. It was a fixed target a few feet away from me.
They say wizards go insane but I think I am the only sane person left in this town.
In our off hours, we run to the mines to do the less important work of saving the world.
If I seem dispirited, I am. I would write more but I have to start my patrol and retrieve drow cats from trees.
How did I go so wrong?
Your loving niece,
Mithil
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