Today is Niiman, day 5 of the month Jastatos in the year 5100. It is 13:27 by the elven time standard.

Ah, invasions. Such a wonderful thing, when all of Elanthia comes together to fight back the evil that seems to be overwhelming us at every moment. The people swarm from town and are immediately cut down in the first swathe of invaders. Why, you ask? Because the gods think it funny to rain down monsters old enough to kill themselves. How great is it that while the old generations get to go out and play in all the fun while those of us less than legendary must sit around and wait for the danger to pass? Funny, I thought the lands were for everyone to enjoy each in their own way, but if I can't leave town for fear of dying at every turn, I tend to become a little angry.
Then there are those who think that constantly ewaving, or calling wind, or even meteors will help the cause, or make the people bow before them in gratitude that it was they who quelled the uprising of evil. I've always been an advocate of using your spells when, where, and how you want, but there must be such a thing as common sense. Apparently elder wizards lack such things as they cast Meteor Swarm over the hobgoblin village, quieting effectively everything in that area during an upscale invasion last night. Funny that he got his arse run out of town on a rail when it was all done.
Is it just me, or does idiocy run rampant amongst our people? Will the generations following us be stupider than those we have now? Dear Koar, I hope it's not so, for if it is, I'm packing my bags and heading to Pinefar.