The First Boccobsmas

Regrettably, my laptop has been found with some 2000-odd registry errors, and assuming it can be repaired without a full re-install of the operating system, will only return safely to function this very day. Therefore, I’m afraid this is the second update day lacking a proper comic page for you all.

But in the Christmas spirit, and to uphold my promise of always having something for you all to enjoy, I give you my own spin on a Christmas story today, with the tale of the very first Boccobsmas. I had hoped to have it illustrated, but the laptop I am currently typing this on is rather insufficient in time and programs to do so I’m afraid.

So please, enjoy the story, and merry Christmas :)

On the twenty-first day of the twelfth month, in a tree-built cabin nestled in the blowing snow, a studious young Boccob sat by his fireplace, reading a tome of ancient mysticism, as he was want to do so in the cold winter months.

It was on this quiet, contemplative, evening that he was disturbed (certainly a rare occurrence) by the ethereal watchdogs guarding the cabin door. Curious as to whoever should not only locate his humble abode but also entreat upon it in such harsh weather, Boccob rose from his chair, placing his tome aside for a moment, to answer their call. Opening the door, he was surprised to see the faces of four priests and three educators.

The bundle of travellers explained that they had been travelling to a city beyond the nearby mountains when the blizzard had caught them off-guard, and spied his cabin by the firelight and chimney smoke. Never one to turn down educated company, Boccob showed them into his home and sat them by the fireplace to warm up and recuperate from their wintry encounter.

As the group huddled around the fire, they each discussed amongst themselves their subjects of interest and speciality. Alone in the order of arcane and mystical research, Boccob chose simply to observe the arguments occurring around him, his nose nestled once again in his dusty tome.

However, as he watched and listened, he began to find faults and issues with his evening comrades. The educators, far from embracing new ideas and information, often instead discounted the alternative viewpoints their peers offered, each attempting to best the others in their fields. The priests were, to his mind, much worse, blindly accepting without question each new instalment of divine knowledge their bibles yielded, not considering or contemplating it for a thought before accepting it as divine mandate.

Concerned, he raised his thoughts on their behaviour to their attention, but was surprised still when they each, almost simultaneously, stood up with alarm and indignation, before angrily and abruptly leaving, denouncing Boccob as a heretic and a fool, each in turn and with various varied prefixes and suffixes.

Thought startled by their responses, Boccob gave little thought to their insults and went about his business in the cabin, alone. Days passed, quietly and solemnly, as he finished one tome he returned momentarily to his library to grasp another, before turning back to the fireplace to read in solemn contemplation once again. All the while, the blizzard roamed wild beyond his cabin walls, with no sign of sight nor sound from the travellers that stormed out into it some time ago.

Four days later, on the twenty-fifth day of the twelfth month, Boccob awoke early to prepare what would be the final meal of his stay at the cabin, using all the supplies he retained so as not to leave them to waste and rot over the coming months he would be gone. When once again, his watchdogs alerted him to a trespasser by his cabin door.

Curious once again, Boccob set down his plate at the table and ventured to open the door to this new intruder, and found waiting for him one of the priests and two of the educators that had left in such a hurry four days prior, each snow-bitten and tattered. They explained that they had become quite irreparably lost upon leaving the cabin, and the blizzard had grown much worse. In their efforts to find the city, they could only see the firelights and chimney smoke, but the others were stubborn and arrogant, and entirely refused to return to the home of the heretical fool they dismissed previous. Those that appeared presently were those that chose to forgive Boccob of his alternative viewpoint and return humbly with cries of forgiveness.

Boccob contemplated their pleas for a moment, as the priest fell to his knees, his robes caked in snow and ice, dripping wet before the warmth of the cabin door. Hurriedly, he knelt down to help theman up, asking the educators to hurry inside. As they did, he thanked them for their apologies, but informed them kindly that they could stay as long as the storm persisted, he had not been hurt by their remarks or insulted by their viewpoints, he had in fact tolerated their differences and considered them equally.

And as the cold winter weather persisted outside, bustling the logs of the walls of the cabin, within the four men bathed in the warmth of the fireplace and ate their great feast in peace and admiration, sharing jokes and stories as freely as the longest and best friends.

And so is the tale of the first Boccobsmas.

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