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I’ll never know how he found his way into my possessions.  Half a rusted lantern and a tatter of penant were all there was and yet the ghostly spirit hounded me.

I noted to make time to try and communicate with it someday, should it prove to be a manifestation of spiritual energy and not a hallucinatory emanation from the Mad King.

Cohorts within the Bubblegum Brigade coerced me to join them in assaulting the Mad King’s private sanctum.  I assured them it was a bad idea, that nothing good could come of this and yet they insisted.  I won’t say I regretted the choice though I won’t admit I enjoyed it either.