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Voting closed: December 15, 2013, 05:37:07 am

[exodius1]

Ladies and Gents... Dark Souls 2 is one of the best games I ever played, except one area... it does things to your psyche.... horrible things... beautiful things...

anyway, next chapter will be written on sunday, after careful consultation with flame and myself... It will be another mind-fuck chapter so prepare your brains^^

[flame99]

It will be another mind-fuck chapter so prepare your brains^^

To Lovecraft we go!

[exodius1]

Spoiler: Chapter XXXI (click to show/hide)

When KB watched as blood was trickling down the images engraved and studded into his left hand blade he realised something. It was special and everything special had a name. But what to call it? It has to sound right, it cannot be any name! It cannot be lesser than the name that Flame bestowed upon his flimsy warhammer, can it now?

Of course it cannot! A blade that took over one hundred lives has to spread respect! After hours upon hours of careful deliberations he decided: Vutokrir Lelgasnol, Figureear, the Lush Tongues. It was suitable name for this sword. He looked at its twin... maybe he should give it a name as well? No, it was not that magnificent, it was important only because it was part of a set.


~~

Meanwhile one of the leatherworkers decided to make something useful out of himself.


~~

‘We have been recognised!’ Bellowed KB in the dining hall. ‘Our fair settlement has been promoted to barony! Hail the King! Hail Rigoth Govosmeng, our Baroness!’ KB pointed at RIN secretary as he said that. It was not his idea to make her a baroness, this decision came to him as a surprise but was unwise to question orders from above... unless you wanted the Thing shoved into one of your body parts.

~~

To honour Flame, as his death is imminent, either by wounds, infection or age itself, KB ordered that the burial chamber for him be engraved by best engravers Murderwheel could provide.



When the Agent looked at what was actually engraved at the crypt he almost coughed up his lungs laughing. That was decisively the worst and best thing that could have been engraved there.




~~

Leatherworker has finished his artefact... One will leave it without comment...


~~

18th Galena was a very special day for Murderwheel. Not only human caravan arrived, despite the danger. Not only guild representative arrived to negotiate with their broker PERSONALLY. Human Law-giver, their equivalent of a king, arrived to conduct diplomacy with the Baroness. All talks happened behind closed doors.



~~

Flame has watched two colors clash and battle in the colorless void. The longer it went on the more he recognised the shapes. Red was a warrior, clad in crimson armor, brandishing a maul and a greataxe. Black figure was a lady, wispy and slim. All strikes of warrior were dodged by the lady. All attacks of lady were deflected by warriors armor.

Flame watched as the battle unfolded, neither side gaining upper hand. The fight went on for what seemed like days.

At one point the warrior lunged and finally struck the lady, causing her to fall to her knees. As he prepared to deliver the final blow Flame cried out.

‘Leave her alone, you son of an elf!’ Flame did not know what compelled him to do so but he felt it necessary, as if that lady was a long lost friend. He brandished his warhammer, suddenly remembering he has a body and rushed at crimson clad figure. He clashed with surprised warrior and forced him to retreat.

‘YOU WILL REGRET IT, DWARF!’ Warrior roared.

‘May you step on a children’s puzzle box barefoot, you soburb!’ was Flames response. ‘Are you ok?’ He turned to the lady.
’Yes, thank you, my dear.’As she rose to her feet Flame noted that she was taller than he initially thought, around one and a half times a height of an ordinary human.

‘Who are you anyway?’ Flame was not sure what just happened, he feared the unknown just as any other dwarf.

’Nothing, my dear.’ She answered with a faint smile. Flame looked into her eyes, as black as the space between the stars. ’I am grateful for your assistance but it is time you go back home. I will call you when I will require your assistance, it will not be long, I promise, my dear.’
As she said that she touched Flames chest, with a hand as cold as the heart of a glacier. Flame shrieked in pain when his flesh froze over instantly and....

... he woke up in the hospital, surrounded by nurses holding him down. Cold water was trickling down his face, beard and chest. Doctor lowered a bucket and proclaimed.

‘Welcome back in the world of the living, Commander. You had a nightmare so we decided to wake you up. Feel free to leave as soon as you want, we cannot do anything more for you.’

~~

When Flame walked out he noted there was a gathering in the Depot. It was 21st of Galena 24, kobolts has just sprung from ambush and life was back to normal....

I did not proof-read this... beware grammar and spelling errors!

Puzzlebox thing was stolen borrowed from Red.

[peregarrett]

Spoiler: Journal of Gar (click to show/hide)

We are the barony now, and some random gal became a baroness. Even KB looks surprized about her ascent. And of course this means more mandates and more unlucky guys who stated guilty of not making some scepters of something. And a few months later human's law-giver and guild representative have arrived to do some secret deals with her. That must be some high-political issue no one knows about, except king himself and his close councelors.

KB finally named his over-decorated sword. The name is Lush Tongues - hell if I know why it is. But it makes more sence compared with "Curl of Glitter" title. This guy is a psycho, that's all!

Nil the leatherworker made artifact leather loincloth. I would never wear it, my lead leggins are enough for me! ... well, if Litheme was still alive, maybe I'd wear it for her... Hell, stop it. 

Flame was let out of the hospital, with a few more scars to his collection. He looks more worried than usual - first I thought thats a sign of him getting old and tired of this stuff, but later I heard him mumbling about 'hightmares' and 'red lady'. That Red Lady again!

Still no one is allowed anywhere near The Thing In The Cavern, and any talking about it is discouraged. There must be secret plans about it, and my job as a Captain of Guard is to investigate the Thing and it's dangers that it can cause. They can't block all ways there, and in case they can - I can dig my own way! Maybe should ask Flame to help me in distracting Agents away.

[exodius1]

Just a thing if people did not catch on... The lady from the chapter is not the Red Lady.. It's Her... Just in case...

Also, Shameless self promo time again!

Spoiler: I Have no shame^^ (click to show/hide)

Do you like my writing? Do you enjoy the narratives I weave? Yes? Than you will hate my Youtube Channel! Head over there and watch a recently begun LP of Game Dev Tycoon, or a canceled LP of Dwarf Fortress in Orbshocks where I cannot show any combat whatsoever! I will also start a secret new series with Rosenmelody, aka Red, that should be unveiled on Monday! Head over to my Channel for all that and less!

Edit: Speaking of shameless, i had to do some shameless savescumming, i opened the cavern, and originally things went all right, FB in there was killed but than undead decided thye do not like dwarves.... and the rest is an alternative history... Hurray for Savescum!

[flame99]

Spoiler: Journal of Flame (click to show/hide)

I've had an odd day. I went to sleep in the hospital today, and I had the strangest dream. A warrior, clad in armor, was attacking a lady. Neither were landing any blows, but clearly this brutish warrior had no grasp of manners, and I sought to teach him via hammer. The warrior fled, claiming I'd regret it, while the lady told me she'd call on me when she needed me. It was around this time I awakened. Normally, this dream wouldn't be so odd, but something about it seemed oddly vivid and real. Solymr seems to know a lot about these kinds of things. Maybe I'll ask her about it some time. Then again, I'd rather not die a nuisance pestering dwarves for information. If I can't die on the battlefield, I'll take that at least.
In a related note, I heard a description of my soon-to-be tomb. It's quite lovely, I hear. The dwarf that told me was also suspiciously insistent that there were absolutely NO engravings of KB in it, which naturally makes me a touch suspicious. If I get my hands on the elf that carved that, I might be able to get executed, which could be considered dying on the battlefield, since I'd be attacked with a weapon and all...
Wait, what if someone finds this journal?
If I find the law-abiding and good dwarf who carved that, I'd congratulate them on their excellent mastery of the chisel.

[peregarrett]

Just a thing if people did not catch on... The lady from the chapter is not the Red Lady.. It's Her... Just in case...

Gar thinks that she is, and since he never met any of them, that's ok.

It's really hard to gather all the figures in mind. Maybe I should draw an investigation chart or something... Do you have it, by the way, or you just develop the story in whatever way it goes? 

[exodius1]

I cannot confirm.... or deny.... my make-shit-up-as-I-go policy... Nothing to see here, move along... Feel free to post the chart once you are done^^

[exodius1]

How's the flowchart going, Peregarett? I would love to see it^^

[peregarrett]

How's the flowchart going, Peregarett? I would love to see it^^

Oh!. I forgot about it completely. Sorry.

[exodius1]

No worries^^. Have fun making it, if you still wanna^^

[exodius1]

As the new version of the game is going to be released in relatively short time I will be ending this... And sorry for my absence, a LOT of things happened, none of which you should be interested in^^ And I will do a little write up later this week... month... definitely this year^^

Once again sorry for long absence guys... I kinda got burned out, methinks, as well on this project... restart as soon as the new version comes out^^

[peregarrett]

That usually happens with community games, so that's okay. Looking forward for the game on new release.

[flame99]

*Sobs*

EDIT: In the interest of giving this a proper end, I'm making one last journal.

Spoiler: The Final Journal of Flame (click to show/hide)

This is my final hour. My duty has been fulfilled, though my home stands no longer. The sirens rang out, as they had often, as a vile Forgotten Beast had arisen from the caverns. I didn't catch the thing's name, but it was a massive spider, roaming through the halls. The military was sent to kill it, but...they fell. KB with them. If only I could have been there, maybe, just maybe, I could have killed that thing, and saved everyone, or at least enough to let Murderwheel rise anew from the ashes. Maybe someday a party of dwarves will arrive, and clear away the webs and ashes. Maybe I'll get a proper burial, and Murderwheel will continue.
The spider, after it's rampage, entered the hospital, after easy prey. Most were immobilized or too slow, and fell to it as well. I managed to grab a nearby mace, used for sedation, and tried to crawl away. It descended upon me, and I crushed the thing's skull in, though not before it sunk it's fangs into my shoulder. Normally, it wouldn't be lethal, but there must have been some kind of poison in it's bite. The world has already begun to fade.
I have fulfilled my duty, dying in a battle for the fort, though it was a victory in vain. To anyone who may find this journal, I plead that you reclaim Murderwheel, and have it rise to glory once more.


sight is fading fast, and hand shakes too much to write. i hear the lady calling. goodbye

[exodius1]

*Sobs*

EDIT: In the interest of giving this a proper end, I'm making one last journal.

Spoiler: The Final Journal of Flame (click to show/hide)

This is my final hour. My duty has been fulfilled, though my home stands no longer. The sirens rang out, as they had often, as a vile Forgotten Beast had arisen from the caverns. I didn't catch the thing's name, but it was a massive spider, roaming through the halls. The military was sent to kill it, but...they fell. KB with them. If only I could have been there, maybe, just maybe, I could have killed that thing, and saved everyone, or at least enough to let Murderwheel rise anew from the ashes. Maybe someday a party of dwarves will arrive, and clear away the webs and ashes. Maybe I'll get a proper burial, and Murderwheel will continue.
The spider, after it's rampage, entered the hospital, after easy prey. Most were immobilized or too slow, and fell to it as well. I managed to grab a nearby mace, used for sedation, and tried to crawl away. It descended upon me, and I crushed the thing's skull in, though not before it sunk it's fangs into my shoulder. Normally, it wouldn't be lethal, but there must have been some kind of poison in it's bite. The world has already begun to fade.
I have fulfilled my duty, dying in a battle for the fort, though it was a victory in vain. To anyone who may find this journal, I plead that you reclaim Murderwheel, and have it rise to glory once more.


sight is fading fast, and hand shakes too much to write. i hear the lady calling. goodbye

Surprisingly this is close to the end I wanted to make, give me a few days and I will make a proper write up... Do not remove this though,  it will fit in I promise...