Arcanarum

[ At some point yesterday, not long after Judgement's whisper, those living near unit #6 in the Navy District may have heard screaming and yelling that carry on and off for well over an hour. And from the noise, whatever is happening inside is excruciatingly painful. The physical change that the Rulers had punished them with comes in the form of a loss for Howl - he gets the pleasure of having his left eye being gouged out and is left to clean up the blood and mess left behind. Not knowing how to take care of this sort of wound, he ends up wadding cloth over the hole in an attempt to stem the bleeding.

By today, the wound seems to have clotted, but he doesn't dare get out of his bed or show his mutilated face on the network. So unusually for him, he uses the audio function. ]

Is there someone here who knows how to treat...deep scarring? [ His voice seems to be strained. ]

[ Normally he's not one to be forward about these sorts of things, but given the influx of newcomers, he feels that he ought to broadcast his services (and remind existing inhabitants that he can offer assistance if they need it). ]

Welcome, to all those who are new to the island. My name is Howl Pendragon and I am a wizard. If you need a spell or some other magical assistance, then you can contact me on these devices, or you can come by my store in the marketplace: Pendragon's Spells and Enchantments. My abilities are limited right now, but I'll do my best to help.

[ The Great Wizard Jenkins Pendragon - over and out. ]

Lyet kodome!

[ Howl is unsuccessfully chasing after turkeys in the forest. He's got quite a few scratches and peck marks on his hands from trying to corral them with some of his wind magic, and now he's huffing and puffing after one which just seems to keep giving him the slip at the last minute. ]

Bajad drovja...

[A short transmission today; Howl's walks around the marketplace have got him thinking about opening up a store of his own, like the ones he once ran back home. So here he appears now, fingers interlaced before him, chin resting on top of them contemplatively.]

I'm thinking of starting a business to sell my spells. But I'd need an assistant.

[So, would anyone like to help him out?]

[ Howl had woken up and found himself in a strange place wearing strange clothes. Understandably, he's a little confused. At the moment he's inspecting himself in the compact's mirror. Whether by luck or the device's own sense of humour, it hasn't thrown glitter at him or done anything other than what you'd expect a compact to do. So Howl has no idea he's holding a magical communicator (that is currently broadcasting his visage to the network) and is closely examining a silver medallion in the reflection. ]

Hmm...