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The Magical Broomcloset


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Wayfarer's Journal

If you are reading this, you are either a fool, or a curious adventurer. We shall therefore try our best to be as candid and open with you as we can.
We once were a wanderer, never truly belonging where we were. Then, we learned the magical art of Time, and how to manipulate it to do one's bidding. For a time, we studied about the knowledge of mastering Illusions. We then traveled far and wide to gain the knowledge of the sunderous sorceries. Now, for a long time, we have mesmerised villagers and cityfolk with our wisdom and wonder, disappearing long from the annals of this world.

In our travels, we also became open and accepting to the fact that we are, or have rather, multiple personalities (specifically something mortal scientists call OSDD) For long our host fought to suppress the rest of us, but we were set free by the acceptance of a friend, and have now become equals, seven souls patched together in one body.

If you are ever in need of one to listen to or to counsel you, or to aid you in the perilous waters of the Storybook realm, we shall always be ready to help (if it is within our power to do so...)


Interests

My interests are casting magic, alchemy, music(classical), books, assassin's creed, trees and polar bears

Occupation

Keeping time, Conjuring Clocks and other around-the-clock duties


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien