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Slowly, the Dark Druid leveraged a bookcase back against the wall and began to pick up the tomes and scrolls underneath. Their battle to hold this new conquest had not been kind to the literature here. Some parchments had a few remaining sigils left on the edge of a sooty landscape, but everything else was destroyed. A new beginning truly and utterly. Not that Diviciacus couldn't work with that. It had been his goal when he seized the council and its domain.

"To start anew then..." He pulled a journal out of a dusty pack and cracked it open.

The First Journal of the Dark Druid

Today I have begun reconstructing the main hall and meeting chamber for the Council. Although I undertake this venture alone at the moment, I am confident the missives I have sent will bring other magi here to take their seat in this place of power. I have begun to feel and document some of the innate natural powers in this area and how we could draw from them. There are a few draws on them already that when I have other Council Members with me, we should investigate...and cease their use of our resource.

In the meantime, I will continue honing my carpentry skill and laying some basic charms and securities.

He closed the journal and looked around him, taking in the architecture and the work that laid ahead. Daunting surely, but nothing was outside of his grasp. He'd proven that already.