Happy birthday to me. I’m finally seventeen.

The party was fun. There was lots of cake made by a couple of local bakers. Good cake too, some of the best I’ve ever had.

Naturally, there were presents.

Par, who got into town late last night, got me an enchanted bracelet. It was pretty fancy and was able to tell when it would be useful for stopping a threat to myself only slightly worse than I am. It is also really durable, to the point where a Mithrilwood sword wasn’t able to do more than dent it. The only real downside is that no one knows how to repair something like this, and even the people that might be able to are too scared to touch it out of fear of breaking something delicate.

Kaire and Lulem got me a ribbon that automatically does my hair in one of a number of preset styles and even changes how the ribbon itself looks. I might start doing my hair now, it was a waste of time before.

My dad got me an ocarina, very similar to one he owned before the fire. I can’t play it but there are happy memories there.

Azrezel and Tiddol worked together to make me something. It is a wand made out of alchemically and necrotically treated bone, or at least that is what they said it was. It creates temporary undead to help and serve me when needed and some pretty ridiculous levels of efficiency and power, but as a direct result of that the undead don’t last more than half an hour on average and the body is rendered unusable for the purposes of necromancy after. I can see this coming in handy during an emergency, especially when corpses are plentiful and mana is low. Otherwise, my normal methods of dealing with threats are much better. The wand itself is rather sinister looking and has a good bit of heft to it.

I got other gifts too, but those were the ones I got from the people I care about the most.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.