Now before you start asking questions, I have to pose a few of my own.
Every person in the world has dopplegangers, perfect look-alikes. In my research, I have come across this phenomenon several times. Now what I would like to know is this: when you unite the dopplegangers, what happens?
Even in nature, identical things are quite rare, but the fact that humans have have multiple identical copies of themselves wandering about makes one wonder if there is any supernatural power behind it...
I guess its time to pound the books on the subject.
An update on my Lycanthropy: I'm still a werewolf. I have been able to control my wolf form more and more over the past months, I'm not sure if this is a good or bad sign...
As I can control my inner beast more and more, it makes me wonder if the change is getting more and more permanent or if I'm just becoming accustom to having four legs and immense amounts of fur...
Still no breakthroughs on un-becoming a werewolf, at least, not through Sanguimancy. I'm looking into more archaic methods of reverting from beast to man, though none seem exactly pleasant... I personally don't like to have my essence leeched at by spirits from the aether...
As far as blood magic research goes, it has reached a dead halt. While in the frozen wastes, the locals discovered my secret and burned my house while I slept. Fortunately, the wards that I cast about myself and my living area saved me, unfortunately they did not save my books...
Thankfully I always keep my field book on my person, so I am not completely without magical protection, though some of my tomes were the last of their kind... Many of their authors were long ago laid to rest or burned at the stake for practicing "witchcraft" and "black magic". So once again, I must ask of you, my faithful followers, do you have any spare books?
And now for the part you've all been waiting for:
I've been gone for more than a year. I must apologize for this before I explain.
After my living with the humans up north, I wandered.
I wandered for months without hope or reason, dropping into deep wells of sorrow for I thought all was lost and I would remain a lycanthrope forever. This is when I had a spark of genius.
I saw Adamant... or more correctly, someone who looked exactly like Adamant. A doppleganger. Which led to a very awkward conversation and my escaping again.
Now, I recalled a bit of my research and coming across the term a few times in some of my older books, and this made me curious.
So, in need of more knowledge, I traveled across the ocean to get to the root of all this magical mess, where I could find the cure for my disease and more magical history, more tomes, more spells... I made my move into Europe.
This time I was smart, I avoided small towns (they seem to know a werewolf on sight) and stuck to the larger cities and the woods. But I still had no leads... no scent to follow to my prey...
Until next time, Darton.
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