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Journal of Winterdirge, Elf Torturer (Doren Beruillar)
25th of Granite:
Well well. It seems I have been put down as the accountant. Well. At least it gives me time to do what I need to do: plan a trap for the elves, and figure out the mystery that befalls this fort.
(5 Felsite: ( Alternate Doren Beruillar, barconis' version of this fort)
I still suspect Dumed. He is an elf loving....traitor. But, I sense he thinks about my past...let me tell you the story of my death:
It was a dark winter evening. My wife Asmel and my two sons Cacame and Tobul were having raw badger sweetbread. It was great, especially with some nice dwarven beer. Until...the bastard who did me in, the elf diplomat came in. Cacame, they named him. As if he was anything like my child, or the legendary dwarven elf king! Anyway, the tree lover asked me to come with him to a grove he loved. I wasn't sure about it myself,but I followed him. Then..he took out a dagger. I had my masonry hammer on me, but it was too late. Before I could smash his head in, he killed me, and I was forced to see him stab my dying corpse repeatedly to make sure I was dead. But...I came back.
He ate my corpse as I learnt how to possess living creatures. So badly did I want to kill him. But that's not all. He CUT my corpse into pieces, and spread them to his elven comrades. The sick bastard...I possessed one of them. I killed all but one. I left the possessed elf to die, having no mercy for his disgusting kind. When I got home...my family was gone. Not dead, gone....
MY family, to this day, is still gone. I have not found them, and I have given up finding them. I now concentrate my efforts on killing every last elf to walk this earth, until the last die at my hands...then maybe I can rest.....)
13th of Slate:
It has been a long time since I have been able to write. The memory of my family gone and my corpse desecrated...it is just so much. Anyway, I have made our leader think that he cannot find me at all, looking upon him. Meanwhile...I feel...that my soul here has been split again. It is as if there are-no. It is impossible. Is it? Any way, I haven't yet to discover why I came back, or how so many of us did.
16th of Felsite:
Long days have befallen us since last time. I feel stretched. My new body tells me of Dumed's antics, and I find it repulsive. I find the elf lover repulsive, but I will let him live...seeing he has the good sense to like mining. Anyway...
I have seen the elf bastards sneak up on us. I alerted our fair leader of them, and his promise to let me 'trade' with the thieves. He relegated me to stockkeeping with Pan and Esta. So I thought it could be a good opportunity to find their origins, but I was disappointed not to be able to rid the world of some more elves. So, I did what I had to, and went down to Ilon's desk. The poor dwarf was injured by badgers...still in bed, the lazy git. Anyway, I asked Pan and Esta if they felt...stretched. They laughed and told me I was mad. Well, I may be mad, but I have a hold of our situation..
28th of Felsite:
I have watched the leader for some time now. Well...I really feel like settling my debt a bit more, but I must show restraint. Meanwhile, the rest of our lot are poring their eyes over a sock. A bloody sock? It didn't do much when I was being stabbed to death by an elven bastard, and it didn't do much for my family, did it? Selfish wrecks, I should tell the leader. At least it'll give me time to at least explain my theory.
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