Humming silently to himself, the lich plodded with a happy gait to an empty lunar spot. An unheard spell encased a small patch in a transparent bubble, and a magic candle, upon lighting, began filling it with heat and air. Within a few minutes, the bubble was perfectively inhabitable and very comfortable for the living.
While stories are generally related, there is not a specific reading order. New stories are added regularly.
A week passed, each day seeing Oil and Sourdough sharing a meal or “accidentally running into” each other on the streets of Peyroux or the areas just outside. On a gloomy Wednesday morning, while hiding from a storm in Donut Be Afraid, the two sat drinking coffee.
Magic has an element of random chance — this is one of the things that separates it from electricity and magnetism and other natural forces. Mail delivery is equally equipped with random chance, which is why a spell interrupted by the mail is a most eventful opportunity, a perfect invitation for Something to happen.