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[serafadewalk]

[Most of the page involves a sketch of a stick-figure demon bristling with arrows and knives, a cloud of bees surrounding it. Also it is on fire.]

So tha's done, right? Anyone else seen any creepy bumps in the night? I mean aside from who the sneaky tit is that's been on my roof.

My roof, you git, get your own.



Oy, Inky, you alright? I can't keep half track of who's what, but you're you. Varric's him. I'm me, yeah? But what's the plan?

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[lavellanfadewalk]

Let's hope there aren't any explosions involved, yes?

[serafadewalk]

When has there ever not been an explosion? Like ever?

[a quick scribble of an explosion, this one involves what looks like... goats? And bees.]

[lavellanfadewalk]

Hush.
We're hoping for the best here.

But keep the bees, we might need them.

[serafadewalk]

BEEEEEES!

[doodle of a giant exploding bee]

[lavellanfadewalk]

Yes, bees, yey.

[keelah_selai]

[A complicated diagram of an explosive ordinance, including target-delivery bees and heat-seeking goat-shaped charges appears.]

[lavellanfadewalk]

What kind of sorcery is that?

[keelah_selai]

Explosive chemicals and theoretical animal abuse, most likely. I'm not sure I could actually make that blueprint work.

[serafadewalk]

[Sera has added lightning bolts shooting out of the goats' eyes.]

I like this one.

[lavellanfadewalk]

You two, ladies, could accomplish so much together.

[keelah_selai]

Thank you. Your drawings have been very...educational. And inventive!

[The barrel of dicks makes reappearance from a page earlier in the journal, this time with additional propulsion systems. Now it's a flung barrel of dicks.]

[lavellanfadewalk]

Maybe I spoke too soon.

[serafadewalk]

[From anywhere near the Herald's rest, Sera can be heard cackling with laughter.]

Thhhbbbt. Herald of No Fun at all these days.

[keelah_selai]

Shame. I'm not sure how much the barrel would weigh, so the calculations might be a bit off. Not sure if the barrel would make it over the wall or not.