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Journal of Dark One

Darkness. I can hardly feel anything. If only... no, it's a waste of time. I'm lying in the darkness, awaiting... The explosion... there's something sticking out of my chest. What is it? Suddenly the object starts to emanate with faint, dark yellow light. The crystal! I remember now! I placed one crystal in chest of each corpse. The crystal... of translocation! I already feel all the energy gathering inside of it! I feel... I FEEL! The strange crawling sensation is back. The light gathers in strenght. I see my limbs, changing into pure energy! The time has come...

I leave this plane, travelling through clouds of dust, realms composed solely of energy and through The Great Beyond. I leave, to reappear in my own realm. I have become darkness, death and void. I have my own chunk of void. The palace of slade and silver. I gather in power. Both in a safety, and a prison. I cannot go back, but I have become a constant within variables. In a place, where even Armok can't get me now. My realm, gigantic rock floating in the void.

I sit on the bone throne, watching the other realms. My gaze landing on Doomforests. I look at my cavern hideout, and see a message written on the rock with blood.


Inquisition! I laugh maniacally. If not for their attack on me, I wouldn't be able to finish my research in such way. I shout:

- EVEN ARMOK CAN'T HELP YOU NOW!

My voice disappears in the void. I saw also a kobold corpse lying nearby. I raise it undead, and give it mind, saying

- I bring you back from death. Pray, set up a cult for the dark god, and you shall be rewarded!

The corpse responds to me:

- Yes master.

And goes on, to create a shrine over the collapsed section of cavern. I look through Doomforests. I see dwarves working on some kind of trap. I wonder what would happen if they'll meet with the termite now... I watch as they work, when suddenly the Forgotten One appears. A few minutes later it's over. I'm not impressed.

I look for the hideout of Inquisition. Unaware of my transcendency, they plan another attack on me. Fools! I could send undead armies against them if I'd want to. But no. They'll suffer greatly.

As I look around Doomforests again, I see someone walking through the forest. The spirit of Iamblichos, how interesting. Gods of nature have made his journey tedious. We'll see what happens in the future.

Three magma crabs somehow jumped into my fort through constructed over magma floor tiles, and killed four dwarves.

If you want you can just possess the priest or of the dead kobold, I mean I'm sure killing you isn't as simple as blowing a dwarf up.

There's no need to possess anyone. I'm lying in the open space under the collapsed section of the cavern. I'll just wait until more crazy times would come, and after finding the message, strike back.

Also, the ward over the place is still active, so no one can come closer to the collapsed hideout.

[OOC] I wanted to post it after the overseers next post, but seeing that the thread is a little stagnant... [OOC]

Journal of Dark One

My research met with a dead end. I need bodies, lots of them to continue it. The times when you could just go, take a random corpse and no one would think that it's suspicious are over. But what to do? I know! I take a pen and paper, then start to write.


Next I wave the raven rod, copying it, so I have a huge pile of them. Then I chant:

- NONOTG KHEJ UTL

And the notes disappear. Forces I called should give them to every dwarf in the fortress. This might grant me some bodies.

I look at the giant cave spider and the blind cave ogre brought to me by MechaTechno. I put a ward on them, so they won't attack me. I take a flask full of acid. First I take the spider to the table, and using raven rod I make it unconscious. Then I proceed to dismember the head from the body, still keeping it alive.

Next I take the ogre, do the same as with the spider, but dismember its hands instead. I place them back in their cages. I weave the raven rod, and set a spell on the cages that should keep them alive, regenerating.

I take the dismembered parts and whisper:

- Doomed by Nifih shall revel in darkness!

Then the transformational process begins. I feel strong energies flowing within me. Dismemberd body parts start to float. They emanate with mysterious light. For the first in a long time I feel the warmth. The arms of blind cave ogre start to grow into my body, giving me two additional, muscular hands. My legs and lower body melt, and spiders body grow within me.

My transition to new form is over.

[OOC] I think I should look like this.


[OOC]

Got a werebeast attack. Decap the Werebear arrived in my fort after the second migrant wave... and ran straight into dwarven caravan guards. In the meanwhile he have bitten my broker and armorer. The beast was slain, armorer turned into a werebear and was killed shortly after by farmers. He injured some of them. Now I've got five werebeast candidates in he hospital.

Shortly after a mason got strange mood, and made an artifact coffin. Engravings on it depicted the heroic battle against the first werebear.

Journal of Dark One

When conducting my research over the other planes, I was interrupted by bone messengers composed of crundle bones. Drazoth wants to speak with me. I told those pesky creatures where I would meet with him, and they go back. Seeing that it would take them some time to reach him, I continue my work for a while.

After a while I go to the meeting spot. On the shore of the lake. I put a ward upon this place, so no pond grabbers or reachers would appear. After a while I see someone coming. It’s Drazoth, with his way lit by many mysterious runes. I say:

- You wished to see me?

- Yes.

He comes closer, still keeping relatively safe distance.

- It's come to my attention that you've gone on a little rampage a while back, and I just wanted to know, why?  Why draw so much attention to yourself?  I was under the impression that you wanted to keep a low profile.

- Inquisition made a trap against my cult. I was enraged, and probably shocked. I wasn't thinking clearly. I removed all the ties with the cult and necromancers, and moved to the caverns.

- I see.  Now we've just got the whole fort thinking we've got a Forgotten One made of dead bodies in the fort.  I suppose it's an improvement.

I say with a mockingly tone.

- It always could've been Forgotten One made of steel.

I spotted some irritation after my words. After a small pause I say:

- Are you interested what happened when I was out of dwarven sight?

- Yes, I was wondering what you've been up to.  Do enlighten me.

I share some of my notes with him. After a while he says:

- Thank you.  This shall definitely be useful.  Now, there's a problem.  Iamblichos has hidden himself away, and I know that he's been in contact with someone. Whoever it is, is not very good at hiding their communication magic, which is something I learned as a child.  Do you have any ideas as to what he's up to?

I share some of my thoughts about the dwarf. Drazoth seems worried if Iamblichos can be any threat to his plans, but I definitely see a doubt about it in him. I break the silence after a while:

- I also need to mention, that an agent of my… friend arrived with this caravan.

- Very well.  Who is this ally of yours, why are they here and can they be trusted?

- I do not know his name, and I don’t know if he can be trusted. If he’ll be any threat to your plans, I will deal with him. This time, in a much more subtle and secretive manner.

- Very well. Oh, and before I forget, do you still require that tower?  I intend to build it regardless, but I need to know if I need to include your needs in it.

- I... don't know. My body still dissolves, but I have found a way to regain it. It requires someone, or something to die in the process. That's why I stolen the kill on that buzzard a while ago. If my research allows me to....

- Well, keep me in the loop.  Until next time.

-Farewell.

He turns back, and disappears guided by the faint light of runes. I decide to go on, and meet with the agent Shorast sent.

After a short walk through the abandoned passages, I managed to reach the depot. I watch as the traders argue with the broker, and notice something strange in one of them. This must be the agent. I give him a sign, and we go to the place where no one can spot us. He says:

- You're the Dark One?

- Yes. Have the supplies finally arrived?

- We couldn't send you too much, but this should be enough...

He quickly takes a dagger into his hand, and attacks me. I dodge away from his stab. I take my carving knife. Should we fight someplace else, I'd use some of the more noisy, and destructive spells. I charge at him. He seems surprised by the ferocity of my attack. With a quick slice, I tear apart his tissue. He managed to stab me in the left arm, but no blood poured of my empty veins. I charge at him again, trying to stab him in the chest. He dodges away, and slices me in the left shoulder. I shout:

- THAT'S ENOUGH! YOU'VE GOT THIS COMING!!!!

I take the raven rod in my hand. I chant E'N'SOLOR IKLEF UVN'AYTH. Necrosis starts to attack him, and chunks of flesh start to fall off of him. He dies in agony. I could see regret in his eyes. Then I ckeck his body, and find some letters. I'll read them when I'll reach the safety of my hideout.

Tragic ending.

WWUD If tragic backstory and happy ending?