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[Glass]

Mine. MINE!!!

You're dead. Like me.

...Anyone opposed to having that crown destroyed immediately?

I've wanted that thing gone since day one.

Wait.. How did you guys know he made a crown?

The Bone Crown. You remember it, right? Apiks made a big deal about it ever since... well, ever since it was made.
Out of turkey bones.
I will keep pointing that out.

Journal of Gwolfski
The miners have been struck by some unknown weakness. They do not dig in the soil. They speak of a great solution evil called "Aquif'r"

I believe you mean "Afer".
Entry 003 - Day 3

I need to get out into the prime reality eventually. Being stuck in my workshop all day, coming up with solutions that aren't solutions, that's no life worth the name.
...afterlife worth the name. I should remember that I'm dead.

Anyway, if I'm going to get out of here, I should at least know what's going on outside, back at the fort. I'm building a mindscanner (purple magic, of course) to check what's going through everyone's minds. It probably won't give me any specifics, unless something is literally the only thing going through somebody's mind, but I should be able to get a general picture.
Give me a moment.


It's been three hours, and I think it's done. Time to turn it on.
...
Well, reality looks like a terrible place to live this time of year.

Sprin's dead, no signal from him. Apiks' alive but mad... Nope, she's dead, too. Virtually everyone's terrified. All it says about Gwolfski is "*DATA CORRUPTED*"; I don't even want to know what that means.
Oh, and the necrothreadamancer. They seem pleased.
Dragons damn it.


So. The fort is overrun with the insane and the undead.
Time to see how I stand up to the latter group. The first question is: can they hurt me?

The fabrication device has generated a cube of meat, about half the size of my head.
I'm about to do something dangerous.
I'm going to try some necromancy.


To be perfectly honest, that was not as terrible as it could have been.
Mind you, I've now got an undead cube of meat rolling around in my workshop, but it can't really hurt anything that's here, myself included.
I can't hurt it, but that's a relatively minor concern.

From my previous experiments, I've determined that, as a ghost, there's nothing about fire, lighting, frost, any of that that can hurt me. So long as the necrothreadamancer - or necrothreadamancers, if there's more than one, though I don't think there is - doesn't hit me with raw magic bolts or orange magic, neither of which are things I've ever seen any necrothreadamancer use, the fort should be safe for me.

I think it may be time to make a foray out.

-End Log-

[Gwolfski]

((The guy who got the mood made a crown just now))

[Smoke Mirrors]

Gah!!! He has stumbled across a lost ancient tome of Orange AND Blue magic. Beware, it was lost for a reason, such magic comes only with great pain.
I wanted to be the one to say Afer, also, I think he means Gwolfski made another crown.

[Glass]

((The guy who got the mood made a crown just now))

...
But of course.
Of course we have a new evil crown.

Of course.

*groan*

What's it made of this time? Zombie flesh? Slade? Raw terror?

Something that's not as non-terror-inducing as turkey bones?

[Enemy post]

Let's kill this one too.

[Smoke Mirrors]

Twists and turns of darkened fate,
Shadows burn in twisted slate.
A new crown has been created,
So let us have it execrated!
In ancient Egyptian magic, execration was basically erasing something from existence.

[Glass]

Let's kill this one too.

Twists and turns of darkened fate,
Shadows burn in twisted slate.
A new crown has been created,
So let us have it execrated!
In ancient Egyptian magic, execration was basically erasing something from existence.

Dragons yes.
...
Um, there's no destruction magic Drawbridges!

[Smoke Mirrors]

Greying magic turned on its head,
Shall do the job and make it dead.

[Glass]

...No, I'm pretty sure that a drawbridge will be more than sufficient.

[Smoke Mirrors]

Fine we can go with your plan,
It's more boring, but I understand.

[Glass]

Fine we can go with your plan,
It's more boring, but I understand.

I never thought that I'd see the day that any of my plans were called boring.
Well, by anyone but you. Guess I'll keep waiting.
OOC: Please recall that the people likely to be involved in this plan are a ghost (me), a person who may or may not exist (you), and... um, EM, who I'm not sure was dorfed either. So, two people who may or may not exist.

[Smoke Mirrors]

When life remains between 100 and none,
that is when all can have the most... fun.

[Glass]

Quit it with the Rhyme-o-mancy.

[Smoke Mirrors]

I have tried but I can not,
Maybe to much purple? Just a thought.

[Enemy post]

Mayhap you should let Smoke have fun there,

Or you may meet a bear.

Dark ursine claws will make you frown.

Such like a crown.