Beginning the journal now.
Ok, here it is. Part One: The Dreamer Awakens.
It has been nearly two years of trekking from my once-great home, the fortress of Angelbane.
For I was the greatest swordsman that fortress had ever known, and now will ever know, and I was bestowed the grandest title; not of King, but of Overseer.
I say two years, but it feels far, far longer than that. I have dreamed, dreamed of a world of my own design. I, as the grandest Sapiocoatl Overlord Zedo Kixidralvictasal, standing, scythe at the ready, by the entrancing Youkai Allkeeper Kyh Kijin, flames dancing behind her eyes and in her hands.
I learned much of the way of life and death, yet forget that when I wake, my stature as Swordsmaster of Angelbane means nothing, nothing at all, when there is no fortress to lead. So after the countless steps, of beak dogs tamed and unicorns befriended, of titans slain and villages defended, I feel ready for a higher form of war.
My travels gave me a horrid sight three months ago; a caravan torched, its owners wide-eyed and fearful of any dwarf, it seemed, that smiled at them. My thought of the blood covering them was one of wartime, and so I voiced my concern and offered my services, unsheathing my wafer-thin blade. They scoffed at me, until I carved my symbol from the remains of their left front wheel; a coatl, winged snake of dreamland legend with unspeakable power. Only when they recognised the iridescent sheen of pure Adamantine did they ponder my offer. It seemed as though one was fidgeting uncontrollably, until he burst into the... the THING from the stories. The stories of Headshoots. He became one of the Black Queen's Reapers. He became a Holistic Spawn.
Fearful, I slashed without thinking, until the edge of my blade ran with the sheen of the Scarlet Devil's dress. Only then did the abomination stop twitching.
Turning back to the merchants, they watched me with renewed steel, raised their arms, and simultaneously pointed back down the road. I spoke my natural inquiry; "Why must I go? What have I done, but destroy a dragon's nightmare horror?" They looked at me, eyes resembling the slade I had unhealthily desired, and spoke a name, a name I had thought was lost to the evil it originated from. Spearbreakers, the unholy land of the insane, the exiled, and the hardest dwarves even Armok could deifically imagine. They spoke on. "Spearbreakers is fighting a never-ending war. Should they lose, the world will follow."
With my dreams by my side, I nodded, and set off. Off, to the place the demons stalk, the dead walk, and the titans gawk, all at the Spawn. All at the unholy beings that I must save the world from. After a barrel of sunshine, of course.
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