I am Lurker Onecbehal, and today, the 26th of Felsite of the year 794, is a very special day in my life. Today is the day I am free from this appropriately named
Anguishrooted and go on my journey to finish what I started: to end
Uja Kusutbepa and the threat she poses to the free peoples of Omon Obin and of Orid Xem. Petty of me, some would say, when there are much worse threats out there, that I am perfectly aware of. But this is something I must do. I have pondered greatly why I must do this, why I feel responsible. We lived in the same town, her and I, and we should be friends. We should be acquaintances. I should have been happy that she became Law-Giver of my own nation. Vampire or not, by the laws of nature, I should have tried to heal her as I did the old blood in her cabinet. But I did not. Why, one would ask. The answer is simple: her worship of
Gopet the Putrid Cys. That's right, in the end, it's religion, it's not about her being a night creature, though that helped me stake my claim on her removal. I was cowardly in not slaying as soon as I exposed her, though that may have been a blessing in disguise: Gods know if her blood would have turned any more innocents. But my cause is right: we've had too many weak-blood Law-Givers and if that wasn't bad enough, since
Isun Cilbanulce, otherwise revered to be of a Great House, all our Law-Givers had been worshipers of
death and disease. This is unacceptable. I am proud of ending such a line of worshipers and setting things to some rights.
But how would I leave, some would ask. After all, I was exiled here since 771, over 23 years ago, seeing 2 more Law-Givers on the throne... the answer is as simple as is insane: the Omon Obin council, in its infinite wisdom (?!?!?!?!), has decided that my decision to send the amulet of our people to a museum ruled by a dwarven nation and founded by a goblin-ruled one was a wise decision (?!?!?!?!) and have also given me the title of Sage. Apparently, I am to make good relations with this sparse group of "adventurers of the Museum" in the hopes of averting more wars than with the goblins. Apparently, the horrors of the goblin massacres while we were in isolation have arrived to the ears of our illustrous leaders and they are understandably afraid.
It's great by me. I know what I have in mind to bring to the Museum: Uja's head.
But before that, I wake in the same room as the butcher Perom Manbaalu, the farmer Ñethu Zobshathedle and the planter Akkar Pasubthuslax. I feel I woke up from a strange dream and these people feel like strangers to me. I make small talk trying to reaquaint with them, but my mind is back on
Señamatem, on the death of
Kiros and
Apup and the ascension of
Sahthet. Of my house on that hill, of... everything. It is as if a foul magic has lifted from my eyes coming with this letter: knowing the incompetent
Ulosothrans, this wouldn't even surprise me.
I take a walk through the town, talking to the people that I find, taking one last look at my meadhall. I have an ominous feeling that Dumat will not let me leave if I enter it, so I leave with new haste.
At night, I take refuge in
Licomimap, where I find some interesting scrolls. Supposedly, some humans died of old age here, but I find nothing of the kind. I hope I do not blaspheme in doing this, but I suppose sharing with them with the world is better than letting them rot here. The black sand and ice are ominous here, but I have no choice but spend the night. While I may be overconfident in fighting a night creature, I carry a great load that I do not wish to leave on the ground to be forgotten or tediously re-taken until I reach Señamatem.
I see a beautiful clear diamond pedestal, but unfortunately I can't seem to move it. I'd love to bring it to a worthy place. Alas, to another comes the task.
I arrive at Thuslaxote the next day and find some more writings. Well, if the Gods left them for me...
Entry 2
I finally arrive at my true home on... Hematite 15?! I've lost an entirety of two weeks Gods-know-how. Well, I know what my first order of business is. Visit the meadhall and see who's there. Unfortunaly, I have to go to my old home and leave some things. Let's hope everything's still there...
Entry 3
Pages are missing from this journal, only a strange pictogram remains.
You read ahead...Last entry
I get ambushed by goblins in Swordgleamed. Finally, the Gods smile upon me...
Epilogue
...At night, I take refuge in Licomimap, where I find some interesting scrolls...
...I see a beautiful clear diamond pedestal, but unfortunately I can't seem to move it...Kikrost Drinkstaff looks with bewilderment, but then with greed at the parchment that has flown in his face, apparently given to him by the Gods themselves. He was planning an expedition regardless, this Licomimap may be the answer to his prayers...
OOC: Lurker's last line was by no means ironic and was written just as the ambush happened. I was overconfident in... everything I suppose, and got my char put down. Them's the breaks.
At least he died like he'd probably have wanted: trying to take as many goblins with him.
Well, I made my hole in the ground, nothing special.
Here's the save.
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Topic: Museum III, adventure succession game (DF 0.47.05) (Read 560972 times)