#fantasyposting

Passed by his quarters nary an hour ago, and heard the sound of various jingling bells coming from within...

But on this day he announces that he is doubling rations and you all cheer and bend the knee to him? Is he not the one that took the rations in the first place?

And while on this subject the people are the ones growing the rations! I see not the king doubled over sowing the ground. I see not dirt crusted under the king’s nails? Ney, what I do see is a king with a full belly, clean hands, and a golden latrine in which he defecates.

My familiar. The imp girl. She has undergone some sort of bizarre metamorphosis. She's gone from being like two and a half feet tall to being like four feet tall. Her horns are longer and curl back around her ears. Her tongue changes color with her mood. She gets along with my hat now. There are a thousand interesting things to talk about here.

The most interesting thing is that she can possess people now.

I had her unsummoned for a bit so she could take a nap in her extradimensional space, you know how it is, and when I pulled her back out, she was different. (She also has abs now, despite having the fattest tits I've seen on a girl that short. God damn.)

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Information about the scribe is below the cut.

I am Sir Gareth of the Esterlands, only recently arrived in this kingdom and seeking to build my life, reputation and honour anew. I beg you, do not enquire further into my Tragic Backstory™️, I cannot bear the shame of discussing it.

(note from the scribe: Reader you can absolutely enquire further, indeed it is to be encouraged. The experience of shame is exquisite enrichment for our dear Sir Gareth.)

My silent yearnings may be provoked by humans of any stripe, and by several types of nonhuman besides. However I yearn most ardently in the direction of: