The heat has settled upon us like a flame-licked denizen of the abyss. That beast of molten fury, the midsummer sun, has risen higher...

Day Eleventeenhundred and six…a holly jolly Borkening. Things have been frantic here lately. Stuck as I am on this horrid plane of...

The ongoing journal of an Ancient Druid stranded on our plane of existence...in wild-shape form.