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Journal of Dark One

After Drazoth took over the fortress, many improvements have been made. He probably heard about my rampage, and won't be as happy about it as I was, but it was worth it. I searched for the disciples responsible for vampire cult, and saw their gathering. They were preparing for ceremony of freeing the vampire. I came closer to praying dwarves, and whispered:

- THR'ANOK UT KONALISH

I focused on my disciples, and they started to scream in pain. Everyone else escaped terrified. I watched as disciples were dying in agony, dissolving into abyss. Then I entered secret passages. Thinking on my way to the chambers, I realised that there are no more disciples alive. Excellent! Now, I can focus on removing all the traces.

I entered the burnt chamber. I looked at the scattered piles of bodies burned to the bone, and the bed-altar made once by the mad doctor. I will no longer need this place, and the altar. I have decided to to draw a map to this chamber, and leave it under the Taupe's door. Then I looked at what I can take from this room, and saw that there is nothing usable in here. I need a new hiding spot. I waited until the night came, writing down some notes. Then I entered secret passages. I was thinking about best place, and a strange idea came to me. Caverns! The MechaTechno sect is stationed there, but the darkest is under the lantern as they say.

On my way I dropped the map under Taupe's door. I looked at their surface, and saw that they were covered by runes. Probably some kind of power words, bearing a ward for anything evil. I knocked at the door, and went on my way. I decided to enter the caverns from the entrance I once dug myself, and never used it since then. It took me hours to descend to the deepest reaches of the caves. I found a strange rock formation, in which I could make my new hiding spot. I used a power word:

- GVI'ONTHORO'SHAY

And started weaving the raven rod. My hands started to glow with red light, and small lightings were going off of their surface. To ensure that no one would see me, I muttered:

- USHUS ETHOS KHATOS

This made a force field around me that was absorbing all the light. Then, I proceeded to carve out my new base in the rock. After the power word wore off, I translocated myself to the workshop area. Luckily I was still under the cloak of shadows. I translocated some furniture, and teleported back. Then I was setting up myself. When everything was ready, I placed glyphs over the rock, and doors, making so that anyone unallowed by me to come closer, would feel overwhelming pain.

Rest of the day I spent on continuing my research over The Great Beyond, and the raven rod.

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Journal of Dark One

I was running with undwarvenly high speed, fast and furious with only intention: slay Mate the Inquisitor. I ran through the hidden passages, caverns, corridors; following the scent of cat blood. On the way I passed three hooded dwarves. One of them was carrying a dead body of cat. It immideatily started to shudder and twist, and joined my body composed of burnt, rotten and other bodies. I charged furiouslt at the door, sending a dwarf who was just behind it flying. This was the inquisitions base! I don't wanted to waste my time on priest, and as quickly as I could, I proceeded to beat Mate. It took only a few kicks to make him unconscious. Then I could take my revenge! I started to strike the body with rage and hatred. I have beaten the body to bloody pulp, recreated it back to its previous state, beaten it, and recreated again, so anyone would know to don't enrage me! Then I ran away.

But this wasn't enough. With the death of Mate, my rage was redirected to someone else... someone who tried to be my master, control me. I teleported myself to the Sanctumcoal tower, and called the master necromancer. He said with surprised and angered tone:

- Dark One?! By Armok... what the hell are you doing?!!!

I gather energy, to make my voice more powerful.

- I will no longer serve you! The time has come, to show you my wrath! This is the time of my vengeance!

I charge quickly at him, but he whispers an incantation quickly, creating force field around him. I say:

- You are a fool thinking that a mere force field can stop me necromancer! You're beaten!

I chant, yell and mutter. Avoiding spells of master necromancer I sent my own at him. Swirls of energies were flying around the tower, clouds of miasma spread around, black vortexes were growing over the horizon as we were muttering our spells of destruction. No one seemed to win or lose though. Then the necromancer shouts:

- Lets stop this foolish game Dark One! What do you want?

After a while of consideration I say:

- I want to be free from any obligations towards you, and your tower!
- Alright. I will stop posing as a direct threat to you, if you promise me the same. I cannot guarantee that gods would forgive you though. And know this - you don't really understeand your fate, and no matter what you'll do, you will never know the truth!

When he ends his speech, I teleport back to my burnt chambers. I quickly call all the disciples left, and say:

- Brothers, you were following me up to this day! We have endured crundle attacks and inquisition. This day it all ends. DIE!!!!

Disciples try to attack me with their carving knives, but it's pointless. I quickly throw a curse upon them, which made their flesh rot, and blood boil. I watched as they died in great suffering. It's over now. I turn back to my dissolving, dwarven form. While doing this corpses used to change me into that abomination exploded, making shards of bones fly across the room. I raised some of the last bodies that could be used for this, and taken a pen and paper. I have written a letter, and gave it to zombies. I have written a letter to warlock sending me alchemic formulae and concoctions.

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Then I teleport the zombies with raven rod. Suddenly I remember that there are also disciples working in the vampire cult. I decided to slay them as quickly as I can. They are a trace giving anyone chance to find me. I won't move out of Doomforests until our projects with D are finished. Then I could move on to the operation G.O.D in DateTattoed. I have to wait patiently.

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[OOC]

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I quickly replace my old leg, with the one I cut out of the crundle
Wait, what? I tought crundles were like... Smaller than kobolds? You would be easier to detect that way, being something like this:
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I don't know how you are able to walk.

Do not underestimate crundle-legged necromancers. They still can show you a few tricks. Also, the image is great. This have made my day!

[/OOC]

Journal of Dark One

My experiments seem promising. It seems that even useless zombies still can use magical energies contained within scrolls. This would help me greatly. I also had to change the crundle leg, as it dissolved into abyss rather quickly. I took a leg from the nearby corpse, and turned around to watch as my disciples fortify the chamber. After scaring them that I can summon bogeymans, they are working very quick. I watch as they bring blocks of marble, slate, and even soap. I might even let them sleep well for the first time since I lead them. There's still one thing not right. They aren't closing the doors. Suddenly a group of kobolds jump in. That's how some of my scrolls disappeared. But wait, what they have strapped to their back?

As soon as I spot the kobolds, they jump and something on their back ignites. Then, some kind of containers open on their back, and a burning liquid is spoiled all around. I smell booze.... booze bombs! I try to find a way to stop the kobolds from spewing it all around, but before I do anything the fire rages in my chamber. Disciples screach in pain. The wooden furniture sets on fire quickly, bottles filled with alchemical concoctions explode. Shards of glass fly over the whole room. I feel smoke filling my lungs. I see disciples burning. Such a waste of good corpses, they'll burn to the bones! As the kobolds jump closer to me, I become enraged. Demonic voices burst through my mouth into freedom, then the fire reaches me. I mutter:

- UFTHASHILL GETHOROK SHAY

The time slows down for a moment. I feel a massive wave of energy flowing within me. As I close my mouth, stream of green light gets out of my eyes and nostrils, and fills the whole room. Then I open my mouth, and clouds of miasma spread out. A disc of purple energy flies around me, and then a flash. The fire was set down, but the damages are high. I order a few of lucky disciples that couldn't reach the chamber before to treat wounded, and save anything from my lab. I go out of the chamber, smelling some blood in the air. I look over the bloodied surface and read:

"The Inquisition send you their regards"

I become overtaken by anger. I open my mouth and shout. The voice is strenghtened by ominous energies of The Great Beyond, and probably everyone in the fort heard it. I translocate the great army of the undead I previously created, and dispel them. Moaning, rotten creatures turn back into ordinary corpses. Then I weave the raven rod like madman, chanting and yelling with gravely voice. The bodies start to shudder and twist. Then they start to connect with my "body", creating huge unrecognisable mass, strenghtened and speed up by powers of The Great Beyond. The whole fortress seems to tremble as I shout:

- THERE IS NO ESCAPE!!!!

And I move with undwarvenly high speed, to the inquisition hunt.

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[OOC] Thanks to TechnoXan and Drazoth. They really helped me with writing this. [/OOC]

Journal of Dark One

I order a patrol group to check the eastern entrance to caverns. Then I go straight the secret passages into the Old Doomforests. Suddenly, I feel strong turnings in energies. I sense someone hostile close. I ignore it, and go on. Then, a pack of four weird, armored crundles charges at me! I weave the raven rod muttering:

- You've got this coming!

I have spawned a dread raven, it should deal with them quickly. The raven charges in, and grabs two crundles. Then one of those crundles somehow sets free from the clutches of demon bird. The second is not so lucky, and thrown at the wall breaks it's neck. The third crundle charges towards me, and rips my leg off. I took a carving knife out of my pocket, and stab it in the head, tearing the brain apart. Shocked I quickly replace my old leg, with the one I cut out of the crundle corpse, and stand up, preparing raven rod for another attack. I watch as one of the crundles manages to kill the dread raven, just when another one charges and bites me in my arm, tearing my flesh. I drop the raven rod to the ground, the only thing slowing down merging of my body with other realms. I yelled in pain, but soon I started to shout in rage:

- GERO STRAGGARR'ENHA MAKTHALESHOSIS!

The crundle immediately sets on fire, and burns into ashes. I feel like I'm dragged by my legs, and in the last moment I pick up the raven rod from the ground. The strange sensation stops. There's only me and one crundle. I say:

- You will suffer greatly!

It tries to look into my eyes, but finds nothing under the hood, except the glance of the abyss. I weave the rod, and translocate the crundle away, deep into the caverns. Then I go to the meeting place, and sit down on the floor. Shortly after Drazoth the third appears.

- Sorry I'm late.  Had to meet with someone else first.

- No need to apologise. I was busy on the way too.

I point at the blood coatings on my robe, and the crundle leg instead of dwarven one.

- I see.  Sorry about that.  The MechaTechno deployed war crundles to attack the inquisition.  He probably should have given more specific instructions beyond 'Attack anyone wearing a robe'.

- The MechaTechno?!!! I was sure that crundles were sent by inquisition! They will pay for the death of Urist! I have a few undead waiting to feast upon living flesh.... they... hunger!

The raven rod strapped to my upper body almost falls off while I was jumping in rage.

- I understand your rage.  They will pay, but not in a random and useless fashion.  Better to make sure that vengeance will also further our goals.  Might as well make use of the resources at our disposal.  Know this however, it was the inquisition that bomb your meeting place, not the MechaTechno.  This inquisition has made attacks against them as well.  Though, I think they consider you the greater threat, and may try for a false alliance with the MechaTechno.  They must be removed.
 
I take off the hood, revealing nothing but empty space in place where head should be. I take the raven rod in hand. Strange energies fill the chamber as I speak

- I am becoming one with The Great Beyond! Unlimited sources of energies are at my disposal, yet the price I have to pay is high, for my body shall dissolve into abyss until I merge with the realms. I will follow your plan, to take my vengeance when the time comes!

When I say that my right hand becomes slowly transparent.

- I see.  I have a plan for this revenge.

Then Drazoth presents me with basic outline of his plan. It seems promising. With excited tone I say:

- With the power of The Great Beyond, I can do this! I will do it, if it might help in my revenge. Also, I don't need mental wards anymore. I'm becoming free from the binds of the mortal realms.

- Very well.  I will take care of this.  I have received word from home about that, so I intend to do it here, where it can be safely dealt with.

- Then I will do this. I need to find a way to preserve my existence here, until our plans become true. Planes try to claim me quicker than I thought.

Then we talk about details of the plan. When we end I say:

- I'll have my vengeance! Also, I have to ask. Is there any other way I can preserve my existence here than changing body parts all the time?

I point at the replacement-crundle leg, loosely sticking with the rest of my body.

- I'm not sure.  I haven't seen something like this before.  Perhaps we can use the project to help delay the process.  I've also noticed that Iamblichos is up to something.  Care to enlighten me?

- The spirit managed to break itself free from the master necromancers spell. Master thought that Iamblichos is weak, though he proved itself to be stronger than masters spell. I presume that he's against my own plans, and blames the situation of the fort on me. I don't know if I'll have any other powers over him.

- In that case, we need to move to thwart him.  The simplest way of doing this would be to remove him from the Overseership and replace him.  The MechaTechno are working on installing me in that position.  If you can assist this process, it would be greatly appreciated.

- I can, but I need to know what I'll have to do.

- Simply hinder any others trying to obtain the position.  The MechaTechno can get me in if you do so.  Also, by hinder, I do not mean kill.  We may need any people who might oppose me later.

- Then I'll just try to show them why they should help you in assuming the position.

- That should do just fine.  As for the inquisition, one of their leaders is a distant relative of mine.  If I am able to meet with him, I may be able to make him assist us.  Also, I think you should dispel those demons you summoned.  They will be a nuisance if I'm to get anything done.

I weave the raven rod. It starts to absorb the stream of light, in which thousands of demonic shapes could be seen. I say:

- The dispel is done. They won't be any threat to your plans anymore.

- Wonderful. I think that's everything I wanted to discuss.  Anything you want to talk about that we haven't yet?

- I think it's important to say. I'll order patrol duties from disciples to end, and make a strong fortified compound in my chambers, where I could find a way to preserve my existence. There's also another thing, I have an undead army in The Great Beyond, waiting to be summoned. I just wanted to let you know.

- Excellent, thank you for this information.  I'll get in contact with my external allies and see if they know anything that can help you.  I'll let you know if they do.  Until next time.

With that he leaves the hall, returning to the rest of the fort. I turn around and go back to the secret passages. On the way I grab some corpses, to have some spare body parts, and go on. I reach the main chamber, then I see the patrol group coming back. Two dead, no traces of the zombie. I ask:

- What happened?

- We were attacked by crundles master! We managed to injury one with acid, and kill two with scrolls of torment. Zombie has killed one too, but crundles shred it to pieces.

With that I shout:

- What! You incompetent bastards! Go, and tell that there'll be no more patrols, fortify the chambers! Go, until I change your mind and zombify you!

Next I go to experiment with corpses I gathered before.

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Journal of Dark One

Dream crawlers... I sensed a massive turning in energies. Whomever targeted thair next target, know that I spawned hundreds of thousands of them. One dream crawler is horrifying on its own.... one mind swarmed by thousands of dream crawlers... Maybe someone knows who started the war? I shake the raven rod, and hear the mutterings of demons. They repeat Mate.... Inquisition... Grunlaaa! Now I know who started the war! I'll strike the inquisition with all my wrath! Should I know earlier who attacked me, I wouldn't order demons to crawl in the whole fort! I grab a paper, cut my hand with carving knife and write. Then I raise a body part left from Urist's body, and set it to deliver the message.

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I take the raven rod and mutter:

- OSHOS SPENKTROS UNTHARASHOI!!!

The earth starts to trumble, and poisonous vines start to grow on the walls. I feel a blow of warm wind. Dread ravens were spawned! I quickly order them to attack inquisition, saying:

- GRO CRUNATUS EXTREVT!

I order disciples to bring the bodies.... I don't have time for this! I translocate all bodies scattered in the fort (except Drazoth's predecessors) and they appear in my chamber. Then I mutter:

- PRONUX MANARE SHAY

The corpses start to shudder and move. I use the raven rod to translocate them to The Great Beyond, where they'll wait for the next order, when I'll summon them back. A few of them weren't raised. I plan to use them in different way. I order disciples to bring me the great axe blades and breastplates. I take a raven rod, and start to work furiously. I changed the hands of the corpses to axe blades, and reinforced their ribcage with metal plates. In the end, I used the carving knife to cut a power word on their skin, and raise them. I order disciples to patrol duty, planning to go myself. Each patrol group have one of these murder machines. I also equiped my disciples with carving knives, scrolls of torment and acid flasks. Now Mate will know why he fears the night! I go... to Inquisition hunt!

When I was going to exit the chamber, a bone messanger appeared. I won't go to my patrol, there are more important things to do!

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DF General Discussion / Re: What Would Urist Do?
« on: February 27, 2015, 03:42:43 pm »
Urist has been fine lately. He was interested in the song that his caged brother goblin bard sang. He enjoyed the righteous slaughter. He felt miserable after his brother died.

WWUD If dwarven poetry contest?

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[OOC] Just how many dorfs are in each cult? I have written in previous posts that I have 24 disciples - that makes 25 dorfs with me. Even more with the vampire cult. [/OOC]

Journal of Dark One

I thought about Drazoth's plans when going back from Old Doomforests. They seem very promising, and might aid me in my own plans. But I must still be cautious. The more dwarves know about my moves, the harder it is to keep my cover. Due to the transformational processes going on I had to hide myself within secure chambers carved in rock. Soon, when my transformation comes to end I'll have to hide even from disciples. Such is a price of undeath. When going through secret passages something caught my attention. Dwarves were praying to Armok, telling about purging the heretics. I must stop some of more risky actions for now. It seems that we have an inquisition in Doomforests. I snooped around for a while, to get more information about it.

When I was just about to enter our meeting chamber I heard deafening explosion. My vision turned black, and the last thing I could smell was booze. The last thing I could feel was strong tingling all over my body, yet I felt somehow... dismembered. Darkness slowly turned into vast expanses of blood. I was surrounded by vortexes of energy. The blood seemed to flow within me, and the a lighting struck me. I woke up on the floor, in the puddle of blood. The passage out of chamber was closed by a cave-in. There were body parts scattered all around. Disciples inside looked at me like they saw a ghost. Then they told me what happened.

As I was about to enter the chamber explosion killed me, leaving only puddle of blood and some shreds of cloth. There were other disciples going in too. Urist the manager, and the ghoul I transormated a few days ago. But one thing was so horrifying, that even I trembled with fear. Some body parts scattered around started to shudder, and move into the puddle of blood. The blood started to glow with eerie green glow and boil. Then it formed me anew. The most ominous thing is that I feel that it wasn't made by hands of my master, as if a higher power, maybe Armok himself brought me back to life. Urist is dead, ghoul too.

- THIS MEANS WAR!!!!

I yelled. I took the raven paw given me by my master, and mixed with remainings of soap brought back in PsychoAngels raising, and used the acid I prepared for meeting with Drazoth. I said an incantation aloud:

- TERORTIS DUNN NOKTIS

The object started to absorb even more light than before. Then I whisper to myself:

- Drowsy soldiers won't fight well.

And shout.

- RISE DREAM CRAWLERS! RISE FROM THE ASHES OF DREAM TRAVELLERS! FROM THE GREAT AER'KHIN I SUMMON YOU, TO SPAWN HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS NIGHT TERRORS OVER DOOMFORESTS!!!!

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Doomforests: Inquisition


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[OOC] I'd like to thank Drazoth, who helped me greatly to write this up. [/OOC]

I went out of my chambers leaving curious disciples behind. I double checked if they were following me, but I couldn't sense anyone behind me. I used secret passages carved within the walls, and quickly found myself in Old Doomforests. I head for the meeting spot. As I come closer, I notice someone sitting on a chair and chugging ale. I try to keep a safe distance, and say:

- I have come.

- Ah, I was wondering when you would arrive.  You don't look well, then again you are a necromancer, so I guess looking like a corpse fits with the job.

- It's just the beginning of the transformational processes. I have brought something with me. Maybe it belonged to someone you know?

*I take a leather bound book and throw it close to the chair. The book opens on a page covered with runes. It was emanating with curious light.*

- Ah, yes.  I've been looking for that.  When I arrived, I went to claim the property of my deceased predecessor.  When I looked in the journal he left, most of the pages had been ripped out.  I figured he had tried to destroy them to prevent your people from acquiring it.  It seems he failed.  Thanks for returning it though.

*He picks up the book, closes it and put's it in his pocket*

- Tell me, what do you know of my family?

*At this point the bottle of rum is empty.  He puts in his pocket and leans back in his chair, stroking his beard thoughtfully.*

- Our history books mentioned only that they were present here. The only other information I had were that they both died here, slain either by forgotten beasts or by other horrible means. I can raise their spirits so you could speak with them, but the ward is blocking my powers over their bodies.

*He seemed enraged by my offer*

- The ward is mine!  If you want my assistance, you are going to have to follow certain rules.  The first is this, Do not defile the graves of my family.  Understand?"

- My disciples are ready to help you , until you don't endanger our society and goals.

- Good.  Now, before we discuss my plans to help you, tell me, what do you know of the MechaTechno sect?

- The sect has appeared with last migrant wave. I haven't readen the report that disciples gave me yet, as our meeting was much more important than some notes.

- I see.  I'll tell you this much now.  They don't pose a threat to either of us.  In fact, some of their plans happen to fit nicely into my own.

*Suddenly I realise that there is a ghoul set free, to defile the grave of Drazoth's predecessors. I say*

- Do your ward on tombs work on ghouls?

*He seemed surprised and worried at the same time, yet he tried to not express this*

- I put something in each tomb to protect it in a more physical manner.  However, I don't think it will work on ghouls.  I can help send a message to your people so they can stop it though.

*He pulls out some paper and a pen and gives them to me.*

- Just write your message here and I will deal with delivery.

*I take a pen and paper, and start writing inscriptions. ISTHAR AR'KHAT ENURR. The paper glows for a while with golden-red light. I read the inscription aloud and say*

- This incantation should stop any ghoul within this settlement from defiling graves, and force them to go back to our chambers. Is there anything you might need? Scrolls? Acids? Undead slaves? Portal keys?

- Not at the moment.

*He sits back down in his chair.* 

- Now let's discuss my idea to help your sect.  Tell me, what do you know about hell?

- The hell?

*I'm somehow unable to move. Black vortexes of energy appear in my sight. I'm falling down the endless pit, but land safely on the scorched ground. Then I see a flash. I'm holding a torch, and a book with title so ominous and horrifying that I can't recall it's name. I'm standing near a lever, and push it. Then I descend a staircase and enter the vast expanses of burning land. I see a magma sea above my head, yet it's not falling down. Then a flash of bright red light, and I'm back in Old Doomforests. Then I say*

- I was there before, yet I can't recall what happened there.

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[OOC]

Hey, I only ignored it because I'm not there (yet). Psycho II is going to be going through some crazy shenanigans for sure.

I'm waiting with anticipation until the lord of soap descends upon accursed halls of Doomforests!

[/OOC]

Journal of Dark One

I spoiled the acids over the body and waited with anitcipation until it dissolves into slimy, pink mass. Then one of the disciples says:

- Master, there was made a mistake....
- What mistake?!
- It's not the body of Skaia, but a random dwarf... it was in Skaia's tomb!
- WHAT! NEXT TIME YOU'LL DISAPPOINT ME, IT WILL BE YOUR'S BODY ON THE ALTAR! BEGONE!

Who I have to work with! I grab a mug and take the substance inside of it for future experiments anyway. As I head for our library to search for the book left by Drazoth's, Urist stops me:

- Master, the vampire cult is ready! Dwarves are praying to the vampire mayor, and want to set him free. What to do?
- Wait patiently for my next orders. Found Drazoth line dwarves bodies?
- Yes, but....
- What again?
- As soon as we opened the tomb, the first disciple to touch the body was panick stricken, and started to take his clothes off. He wanted to suicide, but we stopped him. He's resting now in the dormitory.

I look at the mug with dissolved corpse which I'm holding in my hand, and say:

- Let's go.

When I arrived there I gave the injured disciple the mug and say:

- Drink it, this will help you.
- Ugh! That tastes horrible! What's this?
- Dissolved corpse.

As I say the last words, the disciple faints. I order him dragged to the altar and take a scroll out of my pocket.

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And read the inscriptions. As my words echoes in the hall, the body starts to shudder. Disciples skin changes the colour to dark grey, green slime starts to spank out of his nostrils. His eyes were bulging and turned yellow, and lizard alike. He woke up in his new, transformed body, confused. He asks:

- What happened?
- I changed your form. You are now a minor corpse eater! Go to the Drazoth's tomb, and eat the body! The ward protecting it shouldn't have any effect on the undead.

I ordered some disciples to go with him. Having a corpse eater set free in this place would be great problem, especially if it's fresh after transformation. Speaking of transformations, my skin changed. It got pale and almost grey, with transparent slime covering it. Luckily it's not odorous. As I go to the library, something stops me. A bone messenger! I take a note from it.

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And the messenger shatters into rat bones. A message from D3, I call Urist, he may know something about it.

- Yes master?
*I show him the note, and he says*
- I don't know.
- The history books mentioned dwarves called Drokles, and Drazoth.
- There were two Drazoth's, but both perished. We have the weird, rune-coded book.
- So it can be their descendant!

I go quickly to the library, and then laboratory I quickly set up a few days ago. I must prepare for the meeting with him. Since the tom had a protective ward on it, I must take something to protect myself by means other than dark rituals. I prepare a flask of high acidic substance, capable of dissolving even finest steel. Then I hear a call. As I go through the doorway I found myself on top of a tower. The master necromancer has brought me here. He asks about the current situation, and I give him report, the say:

- Master, I assure you that I take only the necessary steps to accomplish our quest!
- I'll be watching you Dark One. Try to fool me, and you'll end like Iamblichos, who's force to be happy woth our cooperation. In your report you've mentioned a dwarf called Drazoth?
- Yes master.
- A line of sorcerers famous amongst users of dark rituals. Offer him our services. Also, I'm interested in details of operation G.O.D, what would you need to accomplish it?
- A scroll of direct control.
- Take it. I have also another gift for you. Take them both and remember. You have preserved your free will only because you wanted to cooperate first. One bad move, and you'll end like Iamblichos!
- Yes master.

I reach for the scroll, and strange bird leg dismembered from the body. It's probably of raven origin. The skin is almost white, while claws are dark. Looking at it I feel like I'm looking inside a void. It absorbs light, and probably would help me to sneak more efficiently. I go back to the fortress. I go to the library and take the book left by Drazoth's. With the flask of acids and some scrolls I'm ready to go, but Urist stops me again:

- Master, we've got information about another cult gathering strenght in Doomforests, a MechaTechno sect!
- Infiltrate it. I have to go now.

He continues with me, but I say:

- I must go there alone.

I reach the meeting area, and hide within shadows. Prepared for anything that D3 could bring me.

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Your writing is fine dark one. I'm very interested by your plans, and how they may interact with mine.  Also, what did people think of the rune code from my last entry.  Should I keep it or drop it?  Haven't included any here to gauge people's opinions, as well as not needing for this

Glad to hear it. I think that the rune code is great idea. It can add much depth to the character, not even mentioning others intercations with Your's character and the code itself. I thought about glyphs when I was writing the nightmares and necromancer stories. I even textured and rendered a scene, but I never posted it and deleted all the material. I'll mention the rune code in my writings anyway, even when you stop using it.

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Journal of Dark One

I spent whole night reading all the material gathered by disciples. Stories of bravery and foolishness. Stories about intrigues and death. The horror that lurked in the shadow, the darkness surrounding Doomforests. I'll spread the shadow further. Make the evil even stronger. Within ledgers I found a scroll of unknown origin. Disciples were baffled when looking on the inscriptions. When I was looking at it, I felt a weird crawling sensation in the back of my head.

*Eerie green glow fills my vision. I feel like someone punched my right in my face. I am standing on top of a tower. I hold a scroll in my hand, and look upon inscriptions. In the middle of the scroll I can see a hexagon. There's a circle inside of it, and there's a rhombus inside the circles. Everything is connected by series of lines creating horrifying symmetry. There are symbols of life, death, torment and misery in each corner of hexagon, and words. The language is unlike anything I seen before, but somehow familiar. I look around. There's a mangled body covered with blood and strange, slimy substance. I read the inscription:

   Y'THRES
AKHSU'ENTH
     FIDIS
EN'MORTESN

The body starts to shudder. Smoke goes from within it's nostrils and eyes. The slimy substance starts to boil and dissapears. I hear bone-chilling shriek and spirit gets out of the body.*

This scroll would help me greatly in my plans. I call the same disciple I called before:

- Yes Master?
- Are the orders completed?
- We have brought the altar, we have found what seems to be bones of PsychoAngel and brought Skaia's body. Vampire cult is starting.
- Great. What's your name?
- Urist.
- From now on you are responsible for completion of orders, you will manage my orders. I have found heaps of informations about the line of Drazoth dwarves here. Do you know anything more?
- No. Ledgers mention only that they were here, nothing more. We have found some kind of journal, but it was written in undecipherable code. I'm curious master, why are we starting vampire cult?
- To control the masses!
- We want to scare them?
- We want to make them want to set vampire free. This will give distraction for operation G.O.D!
- What does it means?
- You'll see when the time comes. As for the Drazoth dwarves, find their bodies too. Come, and tell them to bring PsychoAngels body!

With Urist we went to the altar. Disciples took the bones and threwn them on altar. I started to read inscription upon the scroll. The bones started to hiss. Bubbles of soap start to float from the bones. A shriek comes out, and spirit of PsychoAngel appeared.

- Who interrupts my eternal rest?
- I, Dark One free you, The Lord Of Soap from eternal prison! Go! Spread the cult of soap!
- I'LL COVER DOOMFORESTS WITH SOAP!

The spirit flies away with maniacal laughter, the bones transformed into pile of soap. From soap he comes, and to soap he will come back! The spirit flies through the wall, leaving only some traces of soap. A disciple appears:

- Master, I have the substances you wanted!
- Great. Bring Skaia's body!

The body is put on the altar made by Taupe. I prepare a concoction I read about in ledgers. I spill it over body, and the mass dissolves.

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In the sparse time I've readen the documents brought to me by one of the disciples. They gave me insight of this fortress history, including informations about huge vein of energies located in the caverns. That's the source of troubles that came here. First, Nifih started to fight for it. Necromancers wanted to stop their enemies from raising to power, so they sent their squad here. I don't care about it anymore, I have a bunch of ignorant dwarves under command now. Speaking of which, neither of them is a true necromancer! They're just a scouting squad! I looked on the ledger, and saw that we have no slabs. Noone here knows the secret's of life and death! I need to organise them better! As I look over the room I notice a disciple. When I look at him I feel strange, as if I met him before. I call him to me. He seems to be afraid, then asks:

- Yes master?
- Tell me who gave you orders before.
- Master necromancer from Sanctumcoal gave us order to gather information.
- That's all?
- Yes master.
- Since I'm now in charge of this group, I give you new orders.
- But...
- I was sent here by master necromancer to take lead over this group. First of all, how many tomes of knowledge we have, as I haven't noticed anything concerning this matter in our ledger.
- None.
- No slabs, no tomes of knowldge and no secrets of life and death?!
- We're just scouts....
- Stop! We have no time for this. How many disciples we have?
- Twenty four.
- It'll be enough. Tell me something about recent events?
- Well, Taupe II, the mad doctor made an artifact bed.
- Not bed...
- What?

*Words echo in my mind. My vision gets blurred by an eerie green glow. I feel like someone drags me by legs. Darkness surrounds me. I don't know why, but I leave some kind of book near someones door. Then my vision returns. I'm standing in front of the disciple. He seems horrified.*

- It's an altar.... sacrificial altar. What's next?
- Skaia I, the broker and last overseer before the engraver took control over this place died. The body was buried...
- Retrieve the altar and Skaia's body.

*He notes the order down in his journall. When he ends, i ask*

- Any other interesting events going on?
- Before Skaia I died, drawbridges were built and levers place. They were never linked thoug, as Skaia died before completing constructions.
- Drawbridges? Rock drawbridges?
- Yes.
- We're lucky they haven't used soap then.
- Why?
- If you'd be more educated you'd know that soap is a strange substance. Capable of blocking any energy and physical threat. If I remember correctly soap was used to close Ast when she turned into a wereantelope - at least that's what your books about history mentioned. Don't mess with soap.... as I think about it, find PsychoAngels body too. We'll need it. Also, don't forget about interrupting completion of those bridges.

*I wait until he finishes*

- Anything more?
- Well.... there's a vampire in the fortress.
- A vampire? Have you set up a cult?
- A cult? No, but....
- Then what are you waiting for, lazy bastard! I leave duty assignations to you. Don't mess it up, or you will be the first dwarf to see if Taupe's "bed" is comfortable!

He goes out of my sight quickly, I can focus on planning now. I write down what I can do for Doomforests:

[] Retrieve altar made by Taupe II and bodies of Skaia I and PsychoAngel;
[] Interrupt creation of bridges;
[] Set up another vampire cult;

But first of all, I'll see if I can change something in the layout of this place.

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Is my writing OK? I want to know if I need to improve my crappy writings.

Also, nice title Max!

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Your writing is fine.  Don't worry bout the cult thing either, cults are practically a integral part of DoomForests society.

Seconded. Welcome to Doomforests, please, choose a cult of your liking or head to the overseers office to register your own cult. Religious freedom is pride of this fortress!

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I feel weak. My limbs are numb and I feel piercing pain in my chest. I walk the corridor unsteadily as red glow blurs my vision. Spirits of the dead whisper to my ears. Thousands of horrifying voices. All the time. They always repeat one word Sanctumcoal. My whole life. It was just an illusion. I told myself that Geshud loved me... I told myself that in Doomforests I can escape the nightmares... the torment. I was a fool, a plaything to trickster gods striving for power. A slave for dark mages loathing life! A slave... to Armok. Never ending chains of life and death cannot be broken... I am damned... for eternity. I cannot... I don't want to fight anymore. This is my destiny, and so I have to choose this path. Since I'm going to suffer eons after the world gets reshaped upon the anvil of creation... I want to have my own part in this. No longer I will be helpless fool! I'm going to spread darkness all over the world! For Armoks delight.... for my own pleasure! With my last strenght I carve a random symbol over the corridors wall, so it could remind me of my goal... endless destruction! I feel the necromancers taking control over my mind. I... must.... obey....

After unspecified amount of time has passed

Darkness, middle of the night. I follow dark disciples to our base. It feels strange, as if I was watching myself from within the shadows. After my passage I know that they're not disciples of Nifih-Gogol, they are necromancers from Sanctumcoal in training. They have built a hidden society within the fortress's walls. And now I am the one to command them! As we move through a corridor, I feel strange, crawling sensation going through my body. I feel that strange powers force me to lit the torch, and stare at a wall. As I glance upon it's smooth surface, tongues of flames appear and start to form symbols. Suddenly I feel memories flowing into my mind. I remember pain, torment and sorrow. I remember my goal... and then the symbol disappears. When I finally put out the torch I see my brothers horrified. Brothers told me that I was staring at blank, marble wall, and they couldn't get any reaction from me. I told them that I had a vision of incoming victory, and we move on. I hope that incident with the wall wasn't watched by anyone else. No one knows my passage into an architect, and it's better to stay this way. We have entered our base. Large antechamber dimly lit by torches, secured by hidden passages and closed by reinforced doors. The chamber had everything needed to survive in the fort, and live in comfortable conditions. High quality rock furniture, beds, bookcases... they even have tiny still and small farm plots! I am their new leader, yet I don't know a damn thing about their society. As I watched the room in awe, dark disciples were looking closely at me. Twenty four, that's our number. It's small, but if they would be well trained, they could easily take over the fortress using their necromantic powers. I need time to get accustomed to their society.

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Baby-mode straight up removes the abililty for you to talk to anyone(you can greet people but can't start a normal conversation and will talk over you.)

Can you still open the civ naming menu and say to the site leader that you claim the site?

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DF General Discussion / Re: What Would Urist Do?
« on: February 14, 2015, 03:41:15 am »
Try to go through magma forgetting about its temperature, and melt down.

WWUD If dwarves could breathe and path through liquids, and were magma resistant?

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