Chapter 10 done and slightly over halfway to the real length of The Necromancer's Tale at 80,000 words.
Lydia Sexton, my friend, another member of <a href="http://www.sffmuse.com>SFFmuse</a> has finished her first book for November at about 55,600 and change. She got ahead of me. I am awed. She actually has to attend school and is underage, yet she managed to get hers done. That's intense and it puts my amazing wordcounts into perspective. She rocks. Three cheers for Lydia! In plot-news, the Necromancer got drunk, got tattooed, got his Windmaster papers, got more drunk, got plastered, passed out and got retrieved by a gryphon because he forgot to go to Court to meet Baron Cymron. Sobering up by a nasty spell, he and the gryphon came to an agreement that he will continue copying texts from his Order's library (the open sections) in exchange for the gryphons' aid retrieving his Ancient Elders. Master Librarian Corendil returned the soulstone the gryphons kept in the Scryptorium when he arranged the deal.