Today the king turned me purple. I joined some Glaistig in defending our engineers against some elephant centaurs.
Today I learned that the fool king and his companions are cowards, but suprisingly creative tacticians. Went to a council of war, way above my pay-grade, wherein a ton of mystic bullshit about bells was discussed.
Today, I lead a drunken, glowing parade into the darkness and madness outside of reality. And Grim became a black moses, staff raised, dividing the sea of shadow with light. And, as the hordes overran the walls, the bell rang out…
Quothe Grim, “Ding Dong Motherfucker!”
Best Saturnalia EVER!
— Hastilarius Quadratus Maxillius