I spent most of today working on the way my body moves, and it does move quite well now. Instead of people thinking the way I move is creepy people think it's 'haunting' or 'ethereal' or 'enchanting' which is exactly what I was going for. I could likely improve myself in this regard quite a bit more, and I likely will do so in the future. But for now any further improvements will have very minor practical value, so my time is better spent elsewhere.

In more important news, three members of the angelic council have been killed. That wandering adventurer type from before, I don't remember his name and don't care enough to go see if I wrote it down, that my dad convinced to point his blade towards the angelic council succeeded, only to die in the process. Apparently it involved a very large explosion and thirty thousand ferrets. Where he got thirty thousand ferrets I have no idea, I'm not sure I want to know.

Unfortunately he didn't manage to kill the necromancer, so whatever is left of the corpses has likely been recovered and reanimated by him. Which means we will be fighting three undead made from the bodies of true immortals and one made from the body of someone who can kill said true immortals. The undead will also likely be sentient. I doubt they will have the minds that they previously had, which is a small mercy, but they will still be powerful.

Overall it's a positive thing. We removed four big looming threats that we can't really fight directly and they were replaced by four much more immediate and martial threats, something we are much better equipped to deal with.

My dad is pretty conflicted by this event. On the one hand the guy had directly threatened his family, me, while on the other hand he sent him to his death knowingly, expecting him to have some small success at eliminating our rivals. He isn't too worked up about it, but he is kind of melancholic.

I ended up spending my downtime with my dad, trying to cheer him up and all that. I listened to him vent and told him stories of my own. And he told me stories of other young adventurers that were similar to the one that died, some stories that I had heard before, some that I had not. Some of them ended in triumph, while a few ended in tragedy.

Anyway, Good Night Diary.