As always, I laugh out loud when I read one of your hilarious fics! Great bits:
We have a guide! Her name in the local tongue is BreeGirl; I will call her Bob.
This was just so "What?" that I had to laugh. (Unless I'm missing some subtle reference. Which would be common for me. I'm clueless.)
The grounds behind the village are a dark and depressing place, filled with scrolls that have been divided into fragments. Many of them are incomplete, never to see the light of day. I shuddered at the sight of dangling half-parchments whose original scribes had vanished, either dead or seized by madness and gone from the village. Truly, the creation of these scrolls is a difficult and dangerous enterprise.
Um...could this be a metaphor for....the MB's? Huh? Huh?
But I think you might have a typo here:
It has long since been lost to the raging anals of time...
I think you mean the
annals of time. Unless that was part of the humor...
