Chronicles of MurdermachinesWritten by Saint, the Void TemplarLord AnimaRytak has led us to our home once more. We have fresh hosts (mine actually has dangly bits this time, fucking hu-rah).
All is not well however. While our Lord is powerful enough to destroy virtually any threat that comes our way, we have little in the way of hosts, food, or alcohol. Puff has been been given enough work to keep him busy for the next decade. Myself and the other soldiers are left to handle the busy work until we can begin training in earnest.
Our Lord marks off certain rooms for stockpiling. His skills as an organizer are still strong after years in the void.
Thaddeus, despite having a fresh host, refuses to move from his spot by the wagon. Perhaps the spirit of Datan is trying to reject the Fail Saint. After some time, Puff brings the tortured warrior to the hospital. However, until the Mad Fool returns from the void, little can be done.
9th, SlateApparently bored, our Lord entered the killing fields around the fortress and hunted down alone groups of goblins and kobolds. Again he continues to use his incredible strength to simply hew limbs with ease. His enemies are turned into a pile of gore and bodies.
He is a butcher. By days end, another fifteen have died by his axe.
He relentless hunts any tresspassers who come into the killing fields. His axe never stops oozing blood.
11th, FelsiteThaddeus has returned to work. Whatever ailment he has is no longer physical. He still seems distraught, but his spirit is strong. He will survive his depression.
25th, FelsiteA few mosquito men harasss us as we continue to haul food and seeds from the dismantled wagon.
They do not amuse our Lord. They flee before his fury.
With that, spring ends without a hitch.