Waximillian's Secret Journal

WIZARD EYES ONLY

Journal Entry #1

My therapist said I should start writing down how I feel instead of acting on impulse and cursing those who wrong I, The Great Waximillian. Tragically, my therapist is a dullard who has no understanding of the inner machinations of my mind. Such a feeble being cant comprehend that I don't feel trivial emotions like envy or hatred. I pity such a foolish creature. I'm only writing in this journal to show how obtuse and pointless this entire farce is.
This shall be my first and last entry, ta ta!

Journal Entry #2

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGGGGKKKKKKKK
I AM GOING TO MAKE THAT INSUFFERABLE CHILD PAY DEARLY
A small child wandered from the woods and knocked on the door to my awe inspiring wiz-ard tower and said he was lost. So of course it was my duty to show him how fuck-ing cool it was to be wizard and I showed him my powerful arcane spells and potions fit for Kings. He didn't say anything during the entire tour, which started to irk me. Once we finsihed the tour and were outside my beeeautiful and grand tower, he whispers something I can't hear, not cause I'm old mind you, my head just floats really high. So I ask him what he said and this SHITSTAIN blurts out that my magnificant tower looks like a PENIS. I will admit I got a tad flustered by his outburst and in a fit of well placed rage, tried to send him to the ninth level of hell. Before I could finish though, this... child waves his arms up and down and says quote "6, 7" over and over, then runs into the woods. This brat must have cast some cantrip on me, because I, the Great Waximillian have never felt so much pure hatred for any urchin or blubbering fool who has walked this earth; yet this... this... child has a tsunami of emotion unlike anything, I , The Great Waximillain have felt before.

I must ponder deeply about how I want to kill this insolent brat

Journal Entry #3

I have confided in many tomes to come to this conclusion and my judgement has become better. Instead of a torrent of rage directing my virdect, I am instead fueled by buring coals that will not fade till justice is served. I have decided that the one child who assaulted me is not the root of the issue... I must dispense justice onto all children in order to properly catarize this gaping wound. My plan is quite simple.

1. Create bait that tests the intelligence of any child that comes across it and they come to me out of sheer curiosity
2. lock the child in a secret cell
3. decipher an ancient ritual, one that requires a sacrifice. This specific ritaul is the oldest known spell. It is a primordial spell used by ancient civilizations to unleash the power of pure creation. It's likely this is how the pyramids and other such structures were built. I shall be using it to not create, but to alter a creation. I shall seal the mouths of every child and remove their arms to ensure no soul will ever have to endure such an unthinkable evil like the kind I had to bear witness to.
4. Sacrifice the child and complete the ritual !!

Notes about the ritual

I'm having trouble getting the answer for the ritual. There are four sets of runes inside the circle, but they have withstood my strongest decryption spells.

Just in case the ritual goes wrong, I, Waximillian hid 7 letters throughout my amazing tower that together can turn destroy the ritual entirely and prevent it from ever happening

I shall leave a two hint for two letters here for me, Waximillian in the future if the ritual goes awry:

1. Sign 3
2. ignore spaces & punctuation
   VE: 1 2 3 18 19 23 6 15
   PMF: 6 17 12 1 7 6
   CD: 4