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Drazoth

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Nope, I had everyone in burrows, which I made certain did not include the bridge.  Besides, if you were on a bridge, someone would have found the body, since they all raise towards the inside of the fort.
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Oh dear, I got a bit of the giggles from "and I can't allow two rouge necromancers to just wander about", what do you have against dolled up zombies?
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They might interfere with the plan.
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Rouge necromancers. The day Doomforest became an outpost for the red wizards of Thay.

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Rouge necromancers. The day Doomforest became an outpost for the red wizards of Thay.

You'll rue the day you pissed off the rouge necromancers when they bring your kohl pot to life... oh yes, then you'll know.
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I'm new to succession forts in general, yes, but do all forts designed by multiple overseers inevitably degenerate into a body-filled labyrinth of chaos and despair like this? Or is this just a Battlefailed thing?

There isn't much middle ground between killed-by-dragon and never-seen-by-dragon.

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[OOC]  Here's the first part of summer.  By the way, what's kohl?[/OOC]

From the Journal of Drazoth III:

14th Hematite: A human caravan has arrived.  Let's see if they've brought anything good.

17th Hematite:  PencilArt has been re-elected as mayor.  The humans are still getting down to the depot.  They brought 6 wagons.  This ought to be good.

21st Hematite:  Skaia traded a bunch of useless shit and some gems to the humans for an assload of food, as well as some metal bars I asked for.  The Plan is in progress.

3rd Malachite:  10 migrants arrived today.  Population now 98.

11th Malachite:  The stone Forgotten One I summoned has been spotted recently.
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It seems badly injured.
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I think it's time to remove this annoyance.  I order the military to mobilize and confront this menace.

12th Malachite: A new Forgotten One has been spotted.
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This isn't good.  Though, since the vamp is in the army, maybe I'll free him and have him attack the thing.  I've also configured the crundle bones given to me into something usefull.  I've sent them to locate Dark One.  Him and I need to talk.
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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.

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                   Codex of TechnoXan, Master Engineer of the Mechatechno sect
The plan is going well it seems. Muahahahahaha!!  8)    Thanks to Dark One for helping me write some of this. :)
                    Entry 1:

I have burned the old journal and here, the Codex, is where I will document the Mechatechno sect. Construction of the new base is almost complete. I expect it shall be done in the next two days. My work on Mecha plan E is progressing well, but only on a small level. Drazoth III Is working hard on plan B and It is nearing completion! Doomforests shall finally be secure from its foes around the world. I am already designing traps for use in Mecha plans A,D, and C. One of the acolytes while locating some steam geysers was chased by a horrific beast in the terrifying twisted shape of a Termite! I immediately put a Crundle escort to go along with the exploratory searches. We need to continue to search for geysers, animal packs, and architectural opportunities.. I need the Politica plan B to be completed more than ever. Magma gems have proven even more elusive than I predicted. The caverns are protected by the Mechatechno sect, I cannot allow these forgotten beasts to infest the territory! Already a strange pillar of faintly glowing rock has been discovered deep in the caverns. It didn’t used to glow. I sent Zurek to take a surface sample and I saw with  my own two eyes as Zurek was hit with excruciating pain. He was thrown back several meters and crashed into a boulder. I brought him back and applied some semi-cool magma packs. He is better but he still is having phantom pains in his heart. He may need serious surgery. The poor Dwarf. I ordered no other acolytes or Crundles to come near the pillar. I took some magma tests near it and it cooled then melted then floated out of the containment slab! Magic is at hand! I have dubbed it the warp disturbance pillar. Strange things are happening in Doomforests.

                    Entry 2:

By Amok! I have received a letter from my mortal enemies Dark One! This demonic beast dares send me an Armok blasted letter!? He dares ask me for help!? Well, I do need those gems. And, oh. Maybe he could. No. Preposterous! But he could do it. He could give my Crundles the power of speech! Then my preciouses could speak Dwarf! After that there is no way anyone could call these beautiful creatures savage beasts. Then they could be my little minions as well! The Crundle population is at least two times the acolytes I have now! The small scale plans will be completed in no time! But I must keep it a secret from these simpletons that populate Doomforests. They might strike out at the sect. I take out my pen and a piece of paper and write.

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I give it to Urel, a newly trained messenger Crundle, and tell him to go to the warp pillar.  What is Dark One planning? I will find out one way or another. I now know he has some connection with the warp disturbance pillar, these are MY caverns. I must find a way to bypass his dark magic! He will pay for his intrusions. Maybe when Politica plan B is complete. I am heading to Drazoth III's suite right now, we need to talk now.
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Journal of Dark One

While continuing with my research, I heard a strange noise outside my hideout. I saw a crundle that tried to pass near my rock-house. It was carrying a letter from MechaTechno. I translocate the crundle back to its base, and enter my hideout. I place it near the letters found with the agent. He was in possession of all the letters I written. Maybe Shorast wants to get rid of me? Or someone killed him? I don't know. Interestingly, the letter from TechnoXan included a statement "I have won, you have lost." Could it be that he was the one who sent the agent to kill me?

I went outside to nearby rock wall and carve out a slab. I carve inscriptions on its surface, and a rough sketch of crundle, and then infuse it with energies. This should be enough to fulfill TechoXan's needs. I come back to my hideout, and see that MechaTechno agent is waiting for me, caged creatures behind him. I come closer and say:

- So you have delivered me what I need? Excellent!
- The Master Engineer told me to take his orders first.
- Ah, yes! Take this slab. This should fulfill his requirements. As for the magma gems....

I take the raven rod in my hand. The agent prepares to attack, thinking that I would try to kill him. I translocate a bag, and then create a pair of magma gems. The objects emanate with red, eerie light. Energies are flowing within it, making even me feel its temperature. I give the bag to the agent. And say:

- This should be enough. Now, begone! I have to continue my research!

I change the ward so it would allow caged creatures. Then I take the cages to my laboratory, where I can experiment upon the giant cave spider, and blind cave ogre.

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Iamblichos' Journey: It's a Secret

Amazing, Iamblichos thought to himself.  At one point I found these halls disturbing.  He paced behind his grandfather through the passages of Sanctumcoal, passing undead cleaners and errand runners as they walked.

"So, my boy!" the elderly dwarf exclaimed.  "Are you ready?  A great day, if I do say so, a very great day indeed!"  They rounded the corner to see all the assembled nec... Researchers, Iamblichos reminded himself sternly.  They... WE... are Researchers.  Not the N-word.  Dwarves and humans, all standing together.  Their costumes were different, their features were different, but somehow in the greenish light it became obvious that they shared something greater.  Goden and Logem, Inod and Zefon stood at the corners of the table, as grandfather had said they would.  They were his sponsors in the Rite, though his official mentor would be the human Song Wickedpine.  Elaborate divinations had been conducted to determine where Iamblichos would best learn, and Song had been the clear result.  Ezum cleared his throat and bounced on his heels.

"Researchers, apprentices, teachers, and most of all, my dear friends."  Pulling out all the stops, the old dwarf was using the amazingly archaic formal mode.  Of course, for him, it was probably still current when he was alive, but still... "Today, no more pride could be mine than if my feet stood on a mountain of gold that reached from the Realms Below to the sky itself.  Ezum Wheelscalled hight I, scion of that race that..." His voice droned on and on.  Iamblichos could feel his stomach trembling with nerves.  The ceremony was long and intense, and having Ezum state everything in excruciating detail using the formal speech was taking a long time even by dwarven standards.  Even Song looked relieved when the old dwarf finally wound down.  "... Now, let the Candidate stand forth and cite his lineage!"

Iamblichos stepped forward and spoke for the first time.  "I am named Iamblichos, called Lettervises in this shape, and Fountainhand at my birth.  I am the son of As Tourinched, son of Kogen Labordells, son of Id Helppaddles, slain in the flood, son of Udib Cobaltburied, who slew the great troll, son of..." The lineage he had learned spooled out into the silence.  Even the zombies seemed quiet, listening; the hush of the tower increased, closing in on the deep inner room where the mysteries were in progress.  "... son of Cog Geniuspages, son of Ezum Wheelscall, who stands before me now."  Iamblichos expected his ancestor to look proud at this long line of descendants; instead the old dwarf looked vaguely disturbed.  Perhaps the years sank in when the list was told in that way.  Not for the first time, Iamblichos wondered if this were really a good idea.  Not much point in wondering now, though, he thought sourly.  There's only one way out of this room.

Tikes Sprinkledtrampled came forward, carrying a bundle of giant cave spider silk.  Wrapped in that silk was the slab from the Times Before.  When he looked upon it, the Secret it contained would be his; the transformation would be complete.  The pile of bones on the plate currently on the altar would be his first revenant.

The dwarves began a deep-throated chant; the humans caroled a counterpoint in tenors and contraltos over the bass rumble of the dwarves.  From behind Iamblichos, a cloth suddenly appeared and wrapped around his eyes as a blindfold.

"Atol kest ne?"  Song's human voice sounded odd speaking old Dwarvish.  What do you seek?

"Muzzag!"  Knowledge.  Always. 

"Atol kest ne?"

"Muzzag!"

"Atol kest ne?"

"Muzzag!"

"To seek is to be awake.  To awaken is to know.  To know is to be enlightened.  To be enlightened is the desire of all wise ones.  Come then, and be enlightened, and become wise."  The blindfold was ripped off and Iamblichos' head was seized from behind and pointed at the slab.  It was a chunk of some unknown rock, carved with ancient symbols with what looked like someone's finger... the rock was melted and the symbols dragged into it like a finger dipping in mud.  Iamblichos attempted to read the symbols; from everything he had been told, the symbols basically read themselves to you, unfolding into your mind as soon as your eyes touched them.  That didn't seem to be happening.  There was... nothing.

"Well my boy, raise your first servant!"  The old dwarf chuckled, waving at the pile of bones.

"I..."  his voice cracked.  "I... don't know how."

***

Two hours of increasingly frustrated ceremony later, nothing had changed.  They had tried additional bindings, fragments of other ceremonies, even performed something called Ngusmu's Ethereal Stitching that made Iamblichos feel like the marrow of his bones was on fire.  Nothing made much of a difference; the symbols remained mute scratches on an old rock.  Tikes sat wearily on the altar stone.  Ezum stood beside him, arms crossed, scowling furiously.  Song had long since given up and left, as had most of the other humans - their part was done, if anything was done.

"How could it not work?!"  Ezum shouted for the hundredth time.  "It's NEVER not worked!  It's a slab!  It's a secret!  It ALWAYS works!"

Tikes shook his head wearily.  "I told you, Ezum.  We should have known when the bindings went awry.  We just aren't paying attention; every step of the way, we've found more things we don't understand.  Something about him being in ongoing possession of another is breaking the link.  If he saw it in his own body, it would work; if the dwarf he is possessing saw it in his own body, it would work, but the boy seeing it in someone else's body just doesn't seem to have the metamagical resonance to awaken the symbols.  We've never had a Researcher born in this circumstance... we are once again in completely untested waters."  He stood up and patted Iamblichos on the shoulder.  "Don't worry my boy, we'll figure out what went wrong, we just need some time."  With that, the old human walked out of the chamber and left Iamblichos alone with the fuming Ezum.

"But... but... how...?"  Iamblichos' mind was numb.  "What... am I supposed to do now?"

"How the bloody hell should I know?"  Catching himself visibly, the old dwarf stopped and shook his head.  "Look... just go back to Doomforests for now.  We need to do a lot of work, obviously.  We'll figure it out, just be patient."

Back... to Doomforests.  Iamblichos wasn't sure whether to laugh or cry.
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I'm new to succession forts in general, yes, but do all forts designed by multiple overseers inevitably degenerate into a body-filled labyrinth of chaos and despair like this? Or is this just a Battlefailed thing?

There isn't much middle ground between killed-by-dragon and never-seen-by-dragon.

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Hey Drazoth, how's it going?  We're closing in on the two week mark  :)
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I'm new to succession forts in general, yes, but do all forts designed by multiple overseers inevitably degenerate into a body-filled labyrinth of chaos and despair like this? Or is this just a Battlefailed thing?

There isn't much middle ground between killed-by-dragon and never-seen-by-dragon.

Drazoth

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It's going slowly.  I think I'll be able to finish summer, but I doubt that I can do the whole year, unless I suddenly get a much better computer.  On the plus side, things are happening in game that should make for some interesting writing material.   
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Yesssss! I've been looking for some good in game journal material.  :D
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Yesssss! I've been looking for some food in game journal material.  :D

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I'm new to succession forts in general, yes, but do all forts designed by multiple overseers inevitably degenerate into a body-filled labyrinth of chaos and despair like this? Or is this just a Battlefailed thing?

There isn't much middle ground between killed-by-dragon and never-seen-by-dragon.

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Inquisition's headquarters, New Doomforests
-*sigh*. Faking my own death is boring.
-Sire!
-What do you want, Mothram?
-I devised a way for you to manage to get out of the headquarters without being discovered!
-Really? Show me.
-I present you...... THIS!
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-So, what do you think?
-Get out of my room, Mothram!
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My second turn's unnoficial goal was to turn everyone into vampires, and it backfired so bad, I ended up making the fort a more efficient, safer and friendlier place.
Apparently they evolved a taste for everything I love and care about
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