The World of Secfenia

Yes I like making things... Toys and statues... Especially of the people I see... I like to sit in the tavern in the corner and watch... Till I see something in the a person... Something deep and stable... I make them into images and somehow they becomes more real less frightening. Amongst the thing...

A Mayor? Drakonkrabas looked very surprised I was a Mayor once. I don't remember how I got to be one but I remember soft bed in an office... Then some people came with questions so I had to run away and hide. I then decided not to run for the second term... Drakonkrabas smiled remembering this adven...

Tinker, yes... I go to the little forest just outside the city. So many good wood there I chose some and I make things... I sell them... Well most of them... Drakonkrabas desperately looks for something to offer the guest. He grabs some black leafs from the wall and throws them to the pot. Then he n...

To his surprise Drakonkrabas remember what to say. He takes the hand. Hello Myst. Please come in. Cabin had one small room with a table with small benche and a heavy wooden chest to serve as a second bench. Many things small and large were either hanged on the wall or just thrown on the floor. Many ...

A knocking.
Maybe I am not at home? Maybe I am not here at all? Drakonkrabas pinched him self. It was painful. Seems like I am here after all.
Elf opened the doors and with surprise and interest looked at the stranger. A stranger who decided to be stranger no more

Drakonkrabas was trying to think. Trying to remember. He knew that sometimes his drunk imagination creates strange stories. But the letters... The letters must be a proof... He read them all again. Another Elf wanting to be a friend? His friend? That must be a mistake a postal mistake yes that is it...

Drakonkrabas woke with dry throat and ringing head. Um... "The feeling of the morning". It took him few second that he fell asleep on something far more tender then ground or park bench. Elf open his eyes to see there was a roof under his head, Strange... But he knew better then try to rem...

Dear diary, Yesterday She again asked me to sing... I don't know why, but she did... Maybe to make fun of me... Maybe she was just bored and maybe I just dream it all up... I dream and I sing... And I sang about a dice rolling further and further and a bottle running after her. About capricious natu...

Dear diary, Do you know that feeling before you open eyes in the morning. Feeling without great headache, only sunshine gently tickling you nose. Pity it lasts only for a moment.... As eyes opens, titanic thirst and pain ringing pain kicks in... And I, your poor fried is forced to get up and get his...

Dear diary, Today was a good day not only priest after only few days waiting agree to lie his hand on me (I felt really special from his gentle touch). But also I felt the might of of the warrior coming on to me as I leveled up to grand heights. Sure you being a skeptical book might argue that it wa...