ajdbfrhdbruifbe glorious here we go. P.s. I will definitely continue if y’all want it and give me a focus character 💙
O. Beetle Beetle was seemingly the lowest of the low on the Manuscriptorium totem pole. That was what he would say, what the scribes would say, what Ms. Jillie Djinn knew to be true.
But in reality, he was running the whole dang thing. He kept the everyday chaos from spilling over into the work, from being revealed to the public, from being noticed by the Chief Fun-ruiner holed up in her office. He also controlled when it was set free.
Beetle, you see, ran the Inn, a place known only to Manuscriptorium scribes, the younger and looser generation of Wizards and Wizard apprentices, and for some reason, the Castle Alchemist, whom Sep had said was immortal (Beetle thought this was about par for the course, nowadays.) There was no alcohol served, or even food. Only good company.
And the Inn, the Inn, kept track of the bets, the wagers, the competition and the quarrels between every single one of it’s patrons. So when the pot was close to boiling over, Beetle knew, and he started the Competition.
For one night, and one night only- every few months - chaos descended on the Castle, as scribes and apprentices and oddly young looking alchemists set off on the scavenger hunt of a lifetime (or at least of the month.)