Corley's Journal
Musings on the FractalEntity Part One
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In the days when Dwarfkind still lived in Steelhold, there was one dwarf that received nothing but pure disgust from me: Fractalman. I felt for him not the respect I felt for Rhaken, nor the care I felt for Melek. Rather, disgust; hatred in its purest form was all I could feel. He seemed, at first, to be a mere mad-man, for his appearance and behavior lent themselves to such a description. As time passed, however, I began to notice a strange nature to this creature. One could simply stand near him and he would notice that he, Fractalman, seemed to carry an air of distortion with him. To elaborate, time and space—the occasional topics of his ramblings—seemed to crack and bend at his presence. This became worse and worse over the years, to the point where the distortions could be visible throughout the entire fortress, from the sky to the depths of the earth.
Fractalman seemed well-aware of his abilities, though I doubt he had full control of them. Nevertheless, he seemed willing to repair the damages he had done, and he set to work on constructing an enormous contraption he called a "portal." Components of it were made of raw adamantine—a waste if I ever saw one—which seemed to give it magickal properties. Upon its completion, the distortions were undone, and things seemed to be returning to normal. Fractalman's powers did not seem to be quelled entirely, though they may have been dampened slightly.
As part of his intention to rid the world of magick, Emdief "Twiceborn" ordered the beast killed, and the body was thrown into his contraption. The structure itself was them partially destroyed, perhaps intended as an act of closure. I do not believe, however, that Fractalman's power was merely "magick," but rather something more scientific. To elaborate, I don't believe it used any sort of thaumateurgical power as the source of its distortions; it may have come from Fractalman's will alone. His nature notwithstanding, I was content that he was dead, though I would come into contact again with the creature sooner than I had thought.
Corley put down his journal and pen at the sound of incoming troglodytes. In the deep caverns, they were a reliable source of blood. He had been travelling for a great amount of time at this point, though Corley was not at all concerned at the prospect of travelling in a wrong direction. After all, a vampire's senses were vastly superior to those of a dwarf, and he knew quite well the scent of his grand-aunt.
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