The Black Lodge Potions Journals

Greetings, foul friends!

Well, here we are, once again, in the twilight of the year. It’s traditional at this point in the year to ask where it went and marvel at how quickly time passes. But, when you’re thousands of years old, as many of the Lodge’s inhabitants are, this means very little. Centuries are a mere blink of an eye to us. The only slight worry we have with the passage of time is that we still have a library book from 1783, and if they ever decide to hunt us down for the late fees, we’ll have to sell the business to square it off.

Greetings, foul friends!

We must begin this month’s journal entry on a dour note (so nothing new there). Halloween has been and gone, so at the time of writing, it’ll be over 360 of your Earth days before we can revel in all things horrible without fear of recrimination. Who’s cutting onions over there?

Greetings, foul friends!

The best time of the year is here! Yes, the Spooky Season is finally upon us, and we couldn’t be happier. That’s not strictly true, as we hate being happy, but you know what we mean…

Greetings, foul friends!

September is upon us once again, which means that Autumn is officially here, and it’s less than 2 full moon cycles until Halloween. As you can imagine, with the vast majority of the Black Lodge staff either being undead, a creature of the night, not of this planet, or from a different ethereal plane, we look forward to this time of year immensely.

Greetings, foul friends!

2025 is chugging along nicely – like an unstoppable possessed train on an express track to hell – and it won’t be long until it’s officially autumn, or Fall if you’re American. (Fall on what? A hidden bear trap? A rotting corpse deep in the woods? We approve of either, to be honest).

Greetings, foul friends!

Now that we’re into the second half of the year, it only seems fitting that we start preparing for Halloween. Forget your spring lambs and flowers in bloom; think morbidity, decay, and extended darkness. Actually, think pumpkins, comfy sweaters, and sipping Black Lodge Potions in front of a roaring fire.

Oh, how we love this time of year!