[OOC: Sorry, family crap kinda side-railed my weekend and today, so if this post isn't as good as my other one's thats why, also winter was astoundingly boring]
Journal of Ryukan, 1st of Granite 254
Well Henry, winter was the slowest season of the year here. Not much went on, more books were written and the fort was tidied up a bit. The library has attracted many scholars from the ends of the world and the diversity of knowledge is truly astounding.
Many have already petitioned to become fortress residents and I have siad yes to every paper that was come across my desk. Many of the dwarves here have given me the stink eye and I hear grumbles about not enough food or "freeloaders" but they'll get over it.
The season passed slowly, so I found more time to study that accursed gem. I found a fellow in the library from a far away land who claimed to be an expert on mysterious artifacts. He took a look at my gem and said outside of its masterful cut, there was nothing unusual about it.
I thanked him and wished him luck on his travels. Then one day it hit me. I was walking in the library and I overheard a discussion about illusionists and smoke and mirrors. I slapped myself so hard Henry, and I ran to my Office and began my test. After a few hours of "smoke and mirrors" I have found that the images in the gem were nothing more than the perfect clarity of the gem giving off strange distortions of the area around it.
The whispers I swear I heard actually turned out to be a ghost as well, once I slabbed the ghost the whispering stopped.
I must say, I am quite embarrassed about causing this much trouble over a silly effect of light. But hey, at least these dwarves are now the capital of knowledge on this world.
With my year officially over, I decided to pack my things and leave. When informed that I couldn't possibly leave, I feigned to agree and now here I am Henry. I don't plan on spending anymore time here, I will leave you here in the library, as a record of my tenure as ruler. I've payed off a new migrant to pretend to be me, he looks the same and everything. He was skeptical at first, but once I showed him that gem of mine, he agreed.
Now then, new adventures await good Henry. I am sad to leave you here my old friend, but I am writing on your last page. Fare well friend, the troupe I'm now apart of is leaving.
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Ryukan the Traveling Wizard