The Wizard of Peaceton

Spring 73rd, 575



Another show from the Puddleby Players has come and gone. The Wizard of Peaceton was easily our most ambitious project yet, but the turnout and reception were both incredible. I guess we pulled it off.

This play was a huge undertaking for everyone involved, but Measle really deserves most of the credit here. He conceptualized and wrote the script, composed what music he couldn't gather, interfaced with Ledon (our mysterious patron), and kept things moving for the several months it took to rehearse.

Hoggle also deserves special credit here, as he put forth quite a lot of time and effort editing the finished visionstone for improved viewing. I recommend showing your support for Hoggle and Sticklord by buying lots of swag from him.

All that said, I think my vocals are what really made the show special.



If you like, you can have your own copy of the visionstone. In order to keep these at a reasonable size, a tiny bit of visual quality has been sacrificed. If there's enough demand, we'll also make the large, perfect quality stone available. It'll be really heavy though, and I don't feel it's really necessary right now.

Measle will be beginning his traditional long library stay soon. Any show put on before his return will be a near miracle. It won't be impossible, though, and a few titles are currently under consideration; Tahxis Driver, Inu Teisei's Chickeny Lickeny, and York's Rad Rax. We'll see how things pan out.

Yours,
--Largo

Overwhelmed

Autumn 32nd, 574

I've fallen regrettably far behind with my journal, and am aware of this. My various presidential duties (too many to print here, but rest assured that there are a lot of them) have, unfortunately, taken most of my time as of late. What little I have left over has been spent formulating glorious new plans for the futures of Puddleby and the Largocracy. Just you wait.

I imagine this happens to everyone at some point (falling behind. The presidential duties thing sort of only applies to me), but I'm dreadfully sorry to have left my countless adoring fans with nothing to read for so long. There are a few promising and prolific new writers on the Puddlebean scene. Until such time as I am able to produce something of substance for you (give me a couple of zodiacs, I'm still very busy), I suggest looking into their works. I know it won't be the same, but they're nearly as interesting as me. Lots of nice pictures, too.

-- Largo

Propaganda

Winter 55th, 574



--Largo

A grave day and a generous bounty.

Autumn 66th, 573

Alas. Today is a dark day for Puddlebean justice, and, indeed, for justice as a whole.



I recently left the library for a stroll, and was swiftly informed by reliable sources that a vile crime had been committed by Wangah Rah (who you may know as a racist, friend to the orga, thief, liar, swindler, necromancer, plane unraveller, violent criminal, and general villain of the highest degree). Rah had apparently abused ethereal portals in what could have only been an attack upon the precious sheet that prevents collision of the ethereal plane and our own.

Veterans of the recent ethereal war and those individuals knowledgeable about the planes parallel to our own know what a serious offense this is. If planar armageddon were to occur, it would be, simply put, catastrophic for Puddlebean life. Our world would become an alien wasteland, overrun by eldritch creatures and hostile to natural life.

I did the only thing that a highly moral veteran and authority figure would do in my situation - took the wretch to court with the aim of holding him accountable for his reprehensible behavior.

Despite my best efforts, the snakish mystic deceived the jury by flagrantly passing the blame to Pe Ell, who was not even present to defend himself. Indeed, Rah's forked but silvery tongue was able to convince his peers that my case was frivolous, and that I was in some way corrupt! Slander and filth! A thousand poxes upon his house! I was unceremoniously thrown into a cell with that insipid arms dealer Joe, and forced to wait out a plainly undeserved sentence.

Though furious at this perverse injustice, I do not blame the honorable jury for their role in it. No, our fine citizens did the very best that they could, given the circumstances -- this case was disastrous for other reasons. The first was a strange and unexplainable hampering of my speech (witchery from the opposition? I've not the expertise to say definitively). The second was far more upsetting - a turncoat witness who has now stabbed me twice in the back with the jagged dagger of treachery. I'll not be toyed with a third time -- watch yourself, little one.

I later learned that, in addition to assaulting the very fabric of our world, Rah had also instigated an earlier Orga invasion. This is not simply a footnote, it is a high crime in its own right that calls for harsh retribution.

Since the court system has sadly failed our government, it is now time to test our militia against this filthy criminal. I am offering a medal of Largocratic heroism and 20,000 of my own coppers to the exile who delivers to me Wangah Rah's right ear and shows me the wretched elf unfallen and without it as proof of authenticity. Inter-exile brutality is not something often condoned by the Largocracy, but I feel it is of the utmost importance that we make an example of this diabolical figure. Future traitors will think twice knowing that stern penalties are imposed upon those who would betray us to our enemies and threaten our survival.

In other news, I may soon purchase a new shirt.

-- Largo

More Excellent Portraits From Kisa

Autumn 49th, 573

Nothing's as sure to rouse me from a long silence as a marvelous portrait in my honor. This painting, along with its sister image, was created by my good friend Kisa. You can view them together in her journal. Thank you, Kisa!



I'm far from only one lately to poke my head out of the library after a bit of a stay. There seem to be many more people than usual out and about lately. It's a nice change of pace - these islands are sometimes so desolate that I've wondered whether Mobius has grown tired of being tyrannical. I guess that's not the case.

I plan to be much more diligent with my writing in the near future, for I have a feeling that our bolstered numbers will soon set big events into motion.

- Largo