Utterly Mad

Eh. I still think up some rather derpy things at times. And yes, boop the snoot thread.

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As I spend the evening purifying the essence, I ponder my studies. I remember the rituals needed to consecrate unholy artifacts, and wonder whether my understanding of the arcane is enough to cleanse this world of any dangerous items I might find within. At a bare minimum, removing temptation to wield such weapons would be a wise idea.

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I also ponder my weapon of choice. With my cloak too damaged, this is the only other use I have for the purified essence. But to use it is a double-edged sword, at least without a holy mask to guard my eyes. For now, it is only good as a weapon, and as a symbol of my mission. I recall little of the inscription on the decoration, Latin was never my strong suit.

But I recall firmly the incantation I must use if I need to activate its defensive purpose.

But now, the morning comes. Day 13, and only two of those flying monsters remain in my way.