Vita Nuova

Lily: “See ya around, Ahab.”

Picard: “…And he piled upon the whales white hump; a sum of all the rage and hate.  If his chest had been a cannon, he would have shot his heart upon it.”

Lily: “What?”

Picard: “Moby Dick.”

I am Hamlet, a warlock who made a pact with his Dad’s ghost (it’s absolutely his Dad’s ghost, he wasn’t tricked at all, ignore the fiend patron type) to get revenge on his Uncle. But this post isn’t about him.

Because our cleric, the one entrusted with keeping the party full of heals, the only person with healing magic, is House MD.

“Wait Iz!” You cry. “House MD is a television show, not written fiction.” You’d be correct. Which is why our cleric House is not from the television show.

He’s from a fan fiction.