11/14/2022
In the midst of Lughnasadh, 2017 after some very robust arcanum at the local Kroger involving some coupons that only said 1 per purchase, I had depleted my collegiate wand of any usefulness (though I'm not sure getting all that cheese was worth it), and I ended up needing to acquire another wand. After spending 3 nights in communion, as one does, I called out for a new wand, and I found one at a local garage sale in Kettering. I don't think the owners (a 12 year old girl) quite knew what she had, or maybe she did (more on that later). The wand was broken in 2, and the couple running the sale let me have it for 2 bits... well 2 bits and a charm cantrip. I had returned back to my home and repaired the wand with some leftover gold filigree. The wand worked, as a wand should... after a while I could sense a darkness within and bad things started to befall me. First piece of advice for any novice magical adepts out there who may happen to stumble upon any sort of magical implement at a garage sale. Take it to a diviner immediately... and let them do a full workup and history before you bring it into your home. In my overweining hubris, I simply felt that an arcanist of my stature would not be affected by any sort of, shall we say, incompatibility (cursed), I was mistaken, and I paid the price. I started to get real bad acid reflux requiring a monthly supply of "proton-pump inhibitors". For a moment, I thought the wand was somehow bestowing me the abilities of a juvenile black dragon, but my physician simply said it was GERD. The next thing I noticed was that my fitbit stopped syncing with my phone completely approxing 1 week after it's 1 year warranty expired. Awful timing indeed. It wasn't until I caught COVID after being fully vaccinated and boosted that I knew something wasn't quite right and that I was indeed under a shadow of dark magicks. The final straw, was during a trip to our nation's capital I suffered a reaction after consuming shellfish which caused my face to disfigure in ways I didn't think were possible. Good thing I was visiting with my old Cabal at the time and they managed to have a fast acting injectable anti-toxin potion.
So, with that I decided I needed to safely secure the wand and had a dark reliquary made and bound it with blessed chains, anointed with oils and sacred verses from the book of the cosmos by a priest named Willi. We then sealed it away with a sigil, and I placed it in the boot of my car, where it amusingly still is as we await for wax from a 13th century ritual candle (very important!!!). The seal will hold for now, but I think my transmission is slipping.
But do not fret, I will be returning to performing my magical services soon, as I am having a wand specially made by Thornigan Creations, a very skilled local wand maker.
