Heres my write up. Sorry it took so long, my mother distracted me and I'm forgetful
Highmax Regains His Memory
You can tell me a hundred times what my name is. You can tell me a thousand times even. If I don't have anything to put it to, then you cannot help me by saying so simply "You're Highmax" or "You're Highmax the Swords Enthusiast". The latter tells me a bit more, but it still doesn't say much. I emphasize swords? That doesn't say much at all except I may very well be insane. I read that book more and more often, and it tells me more and more about horrifying stories... And the worst part is it tells me that I lived through every single one of them. I fear I never want to go to the "old homes" as I must've called it. The place sounds like a horror story in itself. After reading that, I see blood stained pages. They recall a time before time when Armok brought back the world after we failed. Who wrote this part? And how do they know so much? It isn't my hand writing. And how do we have a retelling of the old homes? I have been regularly seeing Sprin who scares me a little bit, now that he's slightly mourning over Jenny's death but taking it out on patients. I swear, some poor sod lost his leg when he had a fit of rage.
The book doesn't match handwriting throughout. Someone wrote the previous parts and I appear to have written some of the events. The handwriting varies though with the old homes, starting with a familiar name, Apiks, and ending with another, NAV... And then the blood stained writing appears after NAV's writings mixed in with what appears to be my own. We lost the fort due to the head of Ur apparently; the resurrected embodiment of the forces of evil in this world if I recall. He is a High Lord Threadromancer, and from what I read, the strongest.
I consulted other books as well, and he was supposedly borne of demon blood mixedwith human, giving him great magic. The legend appears to tell us that he was the first Necromancer, but grew too powerful. His demonic ancestors cast him aside during the battle between demons and the forces of Armok, exiling him. He grew malicious and vengeful. Many legends say that Adamantine, the cursed ore, was the blood of Armok that was spilled and used to seal the demons, corrupted by the evil of the demons. This tale says that before the time before time ended Ur ended the war by turning onto the side of Armok and the gods, killing many of his ancestors, his "father" the Lord of Hell was one of many.
Armok could not control him after, and they fought. Armok won, but Ur survived, and was cast into Hell. He made tunnels to allow an escape route, but he failed. He then created a magic that corrupted the very earth, and each tunnel from Hell was coated in it, and before he freed himself, he covered the ore with his corrupted earth. Armok, knowing this would create problems when all the races of the world would awaken and time would begin. He encased the magicked earth with a seal; a magic metal stronger then steel and light as a feather. It began to destroy the earth, but its magic remained, cursing the ores. It was then Ur created a magic that made him immortal even through death, making his power grow even if he was to die. His strength became too great for his body, and he knew he would die soon. When time began, he destroyed entire villages for sport, but killed few, letting his minions do the work. In his time, he learned a foul and deadly magic. He created a race that mocked the dwarves, elves and humans of the world; he created the Thread Zombies. Armok then created another race to battle this horror, the Fourmites. They warred for as long as they could remember. It was in the year 53 where the fourmite hero, Ilral Inchcrystal, struck him down, and the world thought the demon prince, as he was called, was killed for good.
But for every good in the world, an equal or greater evil must come forth. Ur, in his death, became a god to rival his previous ally, Armok. He fought constantly indirectly with the Blood God, killing many of his armies with a handful of Threadromancers, his deciples. He received others of his kind, Demonic born High Lord Threadromancers, but all died in the great war against Ur, where the hunt for his generals, the High Lords themselves, began. Many died before he ascended to godhood. He resides in a plane of existence where the dead only live, the land is flesh and the water is blood, The rain is acid and its inhabitants are the souls of the undead. He tortures them constantly,but some areas he reserves for a select few. It was said that if Ur was to be truly destroyed, the world would plunge into chaos without the entity of all that is evil.
That is what I read though, but as I read my journal, Armok is cursing us here. Are we truly condemned? Is this that special plane of Hell made by Ur reserved for us? I shudder as I delve deeper into the abyss that is my mind. I begin to remember more. I remember the old homes and its end. I remember the messenger of Armok, and I remember the Haxxor that drove me to near insanity. And then my second death, and my resurrection as a thread zombie... And now, I read through more blood stained pages that make me wish to close the Journal and never open it again. I suffer much pain, and as I read, every ounce of pain returns a thousandfold, and DwArfY keeps asking if something is wrong as I begin screaming. I read on, and I see my hanging by the hooked spear. Then I see the sword... Wait, do I see it before me now or am I just seeing from memory? I grab it, just as I wrote I did, and more memories return. A blade made of the metal that was corrupted, but pure and untouched by the corrupted earth. He appears before me, myself again. He is dead and I am alive. I ready my blade and we battle. I cannot tell what I am doing anymore, but I cannot tell if I am reading or if I'm fighting. Then as I deliver the killing blow, most of my memory returns.
I read through the journal quickly, and I see things about a magical book... Yes... I can control magic. I wield swords. I release fire like a dragon. I feel reborn again for the third time now as I remember everything. I return to a small alcove hidden from the others, and I pull out the book of spells and rituals again. Today, I will study this and learn from it so that one day, I will go to the realm of the dead, and I will kill Ur. I will end the suffering of the souls of the undead, and release them from the tyranny of Ur, God of Undeath and War, the Prince of Demons, Father of Chaos. Then we will be free, and so shall the land. Armok may hate me, but he will make me his chosen when I kill his mortal enemy. I won't stop, even if all of creation is destroyed in the process...
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