Journal Entry 1-(not a dairy damn you! and why are you reading this!?!) of chaosmaker, ex-smithery now dragon tamer extrodinare!!
Date:this is the fracken void, time has no meaning...speaking of this..where did i get this damn parchment again?
place: the void...sigh im bored...
Alright, now im back here again...just fracken great....i think i ate somthing, memories a bit fuzzy...reeeaaallllyyy gotta watch on how i eat mortal souls, eh-hem (not that you can see of course), i am chaosmaker, the former master of metals and crap that us dwarves made...unfortunetly i was one of the poor sods that wasnt reconized during the frist comming of the great invasion of hell, and thus remained un-noticed by my elders. However since our banishment ive started to think, (yes i know, thinking is for overseers, not us "normal" folk) if armok sent us to battle demons, then why did he banish us in the frist place? didnt he know we would become "tainted"? didnt he as a god forsee our demise by the one-who-shall-not-be-named?
(whenever HE comes, my lord Anima, i still get the jitters and want to hide myself in the void, strangely enough im pretty good at that, ill explain latter on)-anyway continuing on- i still cant comprehend the strangeness of my fellows, though im guessing because of their experinces their USED to the chaos theyve seen, and have tried to save our recent "home" away from "HOME"...they say im crazy, well thats what happens in the void when you try to be unnoticed, with no one to really talk to you kinda go nuts...(i long suppresed the voices my own mind created...hopefully they wont go out of control again, like each damn time i take a host recently...been working on it again!).
thankfully our lord left the rest of us in the void while he took a select few into murdermachines after the demon was sent on a infiltration mission (like the void ill believe he was "dwarf-napped" by meer goblins, these voidspawn ive heared about sure, but goblins?! they must be crazier then i thought!) wait how do i know one of our number is a demon? easy:he smells of brimstone. dunno how i know, i just damn do, must be my 18 senses going to work whenever hes around...that and the dark crackling laughter he gets on whenever somone mentions the new low-caste of dwarves nowdays...(the beacon still somewhat works...) "demonslaves" their called. A amusing title for the slaves that work in our halls, at leats untill they get a new souls put in them! I truly hope i get out of here soon, i wont relish that fact im losing at least 13 of my senses and whatever power ive gained in the void, but hopefully my lord will give me the honor of training our beasts again, i so desire my favored weapon of choice, Scourges-yes i know, a weird pansy human weapon and goblin tool, but it can be so much more...just given to a dwarf and let the dwarf truly master it (after ripping his own damn skin off severl times, and of course hitting himself in the face is alwasy fun! -not-) then he can become a monster on the battlefeild, unleashing terrible pain and horrific wounds and bruises to slowly give the sentence of a thousand cut death upon our foes...if only i had a troll to work on without any of their limbs...i would so enjoy my work.
And yes i was a former dungeon-master in my youth before i moved to deathgate, figured i put my past beheind me and work as a forger, we all know how that worked out...now i wait...waiting in line for my chance to PROVE myself worthy of this great legacy, one that has death, carnage, sheer madness and chaos unlike any-other, the place where blood is spilt like cheap wine in a dwarven party-room, where greatness rises and falls, where death and darkness plauges and seeps into the lands, turning them into a hellish landscape of horror and doom.
I cant wait to get out of here, i cant wait to come home again!!!