An Arcanarchist Excursion

Merrie Monday’s greetings, mortals! I hope the weekend treated ye kindly.

After hearing of the recent…”direct action”…down California way, where a worker set his warehouse aflame to protest working conditions, I rounded up a few arcanarchist friends for an excursion. We scouted a ruin, in use as a hub for business-brained cultists to store poisonous herbs, obsidian athames, sack-cloth robes, sanguine alembics, & so forth.

As with the warehouse worker had done, we evacuated all the mortals first, by tasking our chartreuse dragon to fly o’er the site. Then myself, the pixie, & the nixie set to work. Well, the nixie & I set to work—comrade pixie found some books & became engrossed. Hard to blame her.

The warehouse worker declared, as he lit the flames: “All you had to do was pay us enough to live.” Will the bosses listen? I know not. I have my doubts—they seem to thrive on the misery, e’en as the risks rise.

A more salient question—will the workers listen?

Thank ye for reading! & we humbly thank that growing clan of mortals who can & do support our works here with coin! GRATIAS!

I shall write ye come Wednesday with news of our next episode—#299, wherein we shall weave any lingering, loose threads! Til then: be safe, be well, & may they pay ye enough to live…or else…

Cheers,
Amœnus Franco
Wizard, Writer, Ardent Listener