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[Neri]

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The Diary of the Beginning of the End Of the World!

An attempt at playing DF using the Warlock race in Meph’s Masterwork Mod.

27th Obsidian, Year 108.

So it has come to this.

     I, The great and terrible Mekhelb have been banished to the wild wilderness from the nurturing Tower of my Master. I can expect no succour from any of these lands, and as such, my quest for the burning of the world shall commence!

     My former master, ‘The Overlord’ if such a worm could be so called, wanted to sacrifice my grand and nigh-godlike intellect, beautiful hair and unfathomable drive for a meagre spell to save his worthless hide. “Let the God of Death feast on your soul!” Bah! Everyone knows real magic takes pentagrams, circles and such, paltry squares mean nothing in the higher callings of the arcane!

     At any rate, my genius and beauty are unparalleled, and the Bandit King can’t possibly know that I am still alive after his moronic army of halfwits burnt the tower while I, in my magnificence loitered in quiet dignity under the refuse pile with several of the undead, whom I kept occupied fetching and carrying such niceties as might be needed. Supplies for tea, a warm robe, and of course, the only thing luxury that this trip has so far supplied me. My personal supply of Dwarven Syrup.
Following my not inconsiderate personality and charm is one bloodsucker, his name escapes me at the moment, but that mask is not flattering to his already skeletally thin figure. Several stinking ghouls are left at the back of the wagon we managed to commandeer from that farmer. Oh and the farmer and his sons' skeletons are doing as ordered and driving the damned wagon.
     Supply-wise we have what the farmers had in the wagon, mostly berries from the look of it. I set a skeleton to sort it out, but whenever I go to relieve myself in the woods (Oh! How far fate has made my fall!) it ends up going slack-jawed and sits there. Sometimes slack enough that the damned jaw falls off and I have to get a ghoul (nasty smelly things usually beneath my notice) to re-attach it.

     Anyway, berries, some sort of cheap liquor, a bucket, rope, an old axe, two pitchforks, and a bow and arrow that the idiot ingrates tried to threaten my magnificence with. We seem to be out of blood, so, we are stopping at the next river and setting up camp. I need to nip this problem with the vampire in the bud, or I might not live to see another dawn. However, with my supreme intellect, it should be easy.

1st Granite 109

     At the merging of three streams I have decided to set down. With the coming of the new year, and thus my birthday, I have reconfirmed my commitment to my revenge on those whom have slighted me.
     Now to get rid of that filthy bloodsucking threat to my regal life. Regal. I like that. I christen this fortress RegalDoom. Huzzah for the soon-to-be Ruler and Overlord of the ashes of civilisations!

Me.

[Neri]

The Diary Continues.

1st Granite 109
     At the merging of three streams I have decided to set down. With the coming of the new year, and thus my birthday, I have reconfirmed my commitment to my revenge on those whom have slighted me.
Now to get rid of that filthy bloodsucking threat to my regal life. Regal. I like that. I christen this fortress RegalDoom. Huzzah for the soon-to-be Ruler and Overlord of the ashes of civilisations!
Me.

3rd Granite 109
     That filthy bloodsucking leechy bastard! He had a harmless looking backpack on his back, this whole journey, and then when we stop, he takes out a small dented pick and an animated Ironbone hammery thing, that flies and can crush delicate, yet handsome faces! While I am coping with this surprise, he’s waited until my back is turned to start ordering my minions around! “Skeleton, do this, Ghoul, Do that.” Pretentious filth.
Then he looked over to me, and without an iota of respect, asked “Are you going to be a problem here, Bloodbag?” then, as I was marshalling my wits for an appropriately witty response, he started wrenching the wagon apart in front of me, all the while, calmly staring at my deservedly handsome face! The indignities I must face, will they never end?

7th Granite 109
     I have come up with the perfect plan to be rid of this vicious vampire. I mustn’t speak the plan aloud, and only to you, sweet diary, can I confide. I will entomb him  in a beautiful tomb. Or a rough hewn cave, whichever will suit the purpose, but first I need to find ways to stave off his hunger. Rolling in half-rotted fish to cover my delicious odour can only stave him off for so long. If the skeleton I commandeered cannot dig the bloodsuckers tomb in time, I fear for my very precious life!

18th Granite 109
     Leech the Unworthy (As he shall be briefly known, as a small footnote in my glorious and fell future deeds) has made a critical error! He appointed me to the position of Steward, and told me how he wants to do things. First, he wants an office, then a moat, and then a tower reaching the very skies. And so on and so forth. This office will be his Doom!! Muahahahah!

7th Felsite 109
     My plan has succeeded! After appointing himself as “Overlord” and “Keeper of Knowledge” he promptly left for his oversized office, with orders (Orders! Who does this haemoglobin deficient worm think he is?) not to be disturbed for any reason. All I did was follow orders. I shall not disturb him. Neither shall and others for any reason. And that newly constructed wall outside his door should ensure his eternal privacy. Let this be a lesson to the world at large! DO NOT MESS WITH MEKHELB THE MAGNIFICENTLY SCARY!

[SharpKris]

Great writing! keep it coming

[MerkerBenson]

Yep, brilliant, I want more! Also, a picture from time to time of the looks of your fort and of a siege will add to the flavor . But mainly the writing, 30 pages per day will suffice for the time being.

[Neri]

18th Malachite 109.

     Gah! Rival warlocks have arrived. My initial flustered state must not have been recognised due to my overwhelming charisma!
I only say this, humble as I am, because almost as one they went to one knee and called me ‘Overlord’. It strikes me as odd, that these fools would come to serve me when I have not -as yet- made any demands to the world outside. Strange.
     Oh! And there is a womenfolk! A witch in fact! With her beautiful white hair and Azure eyes, we might just be soulmates! I shall write more later, as I need to get one of the ghouls to pick some flowers for me!
     Oh, and I made the less offensively ugly of the males my Steward. He can take care of the little details, and deal with the little people while I can focus on the greater issues. Grand strategy, Arcane studies and courtship of the woman Jreb!

[Neri]

A second leatherbound Journal has been found. This one seems to belong (formerly, if the bloodstains are anything to go by) to the former steward of the Fortress, Heznh Ghamedfsh.

19th Malachite, Of the year 109 of the Common Era, RegalDoom.

     My name is Heznh Ghamedfsh. It is my great honor to accept the stewardship of RegalDoom, until such time as I end up behind a wall.
Here the handwriting becomes less formal, casual loops and a flowing style of writing quickly replacing the more squared off ‘official’ style above.
     The current Idiot-In-Charge has made me his steward. Our party were lucky he set up here, methinks. Undead seem fascinated with him, and if it weren’t for the two ghouls and single skeleton that were dragging us off to be killed and eated being disstracct dustract distracted by his magic leaking out (as I understand it) they woulda finished the job and killed us.
     Anyways, we convinced him we was the same as him, Warlocks and masters of Death and Unlife and Bones and thing, which mostly seemed to involve listening as he rambled and drooled staring at Jreb’s rack.
     I have made some damned fine sketches, detailing where we are, and what is happening. He told me to build a tower, with an adjacent ‘Garden for his Pretty’. Not entirely sure what he means, but I assume he means the ghoul festooned with flowers over by the creek. So, Garden and some defences first, then a tower. And maybe even some rum.


The World;

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Current Layout (Fortified Garden (sunken farmland));

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[Neri]

1st Limestone, Of the year 109 of the Common Era, RegalDoom.

     Autumn has Arrived on the Calender. Which means harvest time is here. The crisp breeze is never enough to rid us all of the foul stench of Ghoul, so I have started building bridges to connect the varied bits of land across the streams, to give them room to hunt, play, and generally stink elsewhere.
     Jreb has been a champion, coaxing information out of our idiot ‘Overlord’, and then relaying it to all of us. This means we can command the skeletons and ghouls to a modest degree, and the Garden has taken shape. The Idiot has demanded that the new Tower be built from the bones of his enemies. Therefore I started with the gibbon that chased him around for a few hours last week, before the ghouls realised got to it, tearing it to shreds.
     I demolished an old wall, fining a rather nice office area, and a vampire corpse. That has been hastily buried in a coffin, with every religious symbol I can find or make nailed to it in an attempt to keep it from rising again. It seems to be working so far.
     At any rate, the skeleton I keep sending digging for stone (a rather nice one, called Dolomite according to Jreb) keeps digging up gems and other semi-precious stones. So if I find myself too worried for my life in this dump, I can go live like a king for a few years back home.

[Neri]

2nd Sandstone, Of the year 109 of the Common Era, RegalDoom.

     The Overlord…. He might not be an idiot. And that worries me. He ordered me to build a graveyard, and, as I don’t have enough gems yet to retire on my own private island with several nubile dancers, I complied, even though it interrupted my harvest schedule. Nobody seems to eat the strawberries….
I got the damned waste of time built, slabs and coffins all made from the local dolomite, and got it set up while He and Jreb watched, him feeding her slivers of Roast King-Cobra that the ghouls took down a few days back.
     Next thing I knew, he’d tossed the shredded meat into the middle of the graveyard, and muttered some gibberish. I felt all the hairs on my body raise up, like a cold breeze had started. I could almost see my breathe in front of my face., even though we were in the full sun.
A shambling wreck of a zombie (Oh gods, the stench!) clawed its way out of the earth, and stood there, sniffing the air.
     It started shambling slowly and clumsily off until it smelt fresh prey. Then it simply sprinted, all awkwardness gone, and started ripping and biting at all the local wildlife.
…Then the Overlord, may he never be angry with me, said; “If you value your next meal, you better fetch that carcass for the ghouls.” And simply strolled back to where a pale Jreb was waiting. I need to sleep. Then drink. Then work out how to keep Him happy.

Currently;

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[CptCrunchy]

I was not aware that mephits could reproduce, nice.

[Neri]

17th Sandstone, Of the year 109 of the Common Era, RegalDoom.
     After almost a fortnight, I have managed to convince the Overlord that we need a barracks. Or, at least, a fighting pit where the Ghouls will spar for His and Jreb’s amusement.
     With any luck I can get the ghouls to a decent level of proficiency in brawling and not being hi
Alright, there was a loud noise at the edge of camp. Apparently the Bandit King has torched some more towers, and these pathetic wretches are the refugees, or as He said; Expendable offerings, or somesuch. At any rate, he has me building some sort of shrine, so it will feel good to pray to the gods again.

[Neri]

18th Sandstone, Of the year 109 of the Common Era, RegalDoom.

     One of the refugees is a bloodsucker! I saw his fangs, then I politely made my excuses, and left to Inform our Lord of the threat. He then sent me on my way with assurances that “The situation will be resolved in the appropriate manner, at the correct juncture.” He is so brave… I wish I could speak like that.
     Apart from the vampire, whom I shal discount due to His Lordship’s plans, we currently have;

Six Warlocks, Including His Lordship and myself,

Six Skeletons, who are mostly doing the odd jobs, making furniture, planting crops, digging holes, standing around vacantly until a warlock comes and catches them. Lazy bastards.

Ten Ghouls, which have all started sparring for our amusement, and, if He wills it, training for our defence.

16th Timber, Of the year 109 of the Common Era, RegalDoom.
     One of our Ghouls, The commander no less, has been possessed by some sort of spirit. Due to the fact that he only underwent this mysterious fit when I announced Training and Sparring schedules for the militia, only confirms my belief that people are whispering behind my back.
     My loyalty is absolute, and unwavering in our Master. He shall guide us, and I have begged him to take back the gems I had hidden away as an offering for His understanding and to further His glory!

[Neri]

The Third journal seems to be a continuation of the first, and seems to belong to the former Overlord of RegalDoom; Mekhelb

19th Sandstone, 109.

Two bloodsuckers in one year. This shall not stand! My darling Jreb has advised caution, but the prattlings of my paramour shall not dissuade me from my cunning, nay, ingenious plan!

The simpleness of it is only matched by its elegance, and my masculinity!

Using the gems my Steward gave as a gift to me, (while mumbling something or other, not all that bright, that one) and some simple furniture, I shall endeavor to trap this Leech in a similar manner to the first.

I shall appoint him the Keeper of Knowledge, task him with evaluating the jewels in his own office, and then, block him in! Simple, Elegant, Courageous, and so... Me.

[Neri]

Sorry I didn't reply earlier guys, but 30 pages might just be enough.

To kill me.

and I had no idea that minions could breed either, I'm thinking it might be a bug.

[Meph]

Minions should breed. Its intended.

And I agree with the others: Very nice writing style. I am very curious how your overly humble overlord will turn out.

[Neri]

26th Obsidian, 109.

     Leech the Foilable (Work in progress on that name, maybe Leech the Eternally Thirsty?) has been found, dehydrated tendons looking like ropes pulling on the partially withered skin. After interring him in a coffin under the north bridge (Part of a new enchantment I am working on) I left to have a rather mediocre lunch with my Paramour, answering the all the basic questions about magic that pop into her little head.

     After the Roast Bonobo has sated my appetite and I, in my generosity have thrown the scraps to a passing ghoul, I came back to the coffin to find it covered in religious symbols, most either tied on with string, or nailed to it.

     Some simpleton – probably some peasant that took advantage of my generosity – is amongst our ranks. I shall have to keep an eye out for other loutish behaviour to narrow down who the culprit may be. Then I can plan a romantic interlude with Jreb, accompanied by the delightful music of tortured screaming, just like back at home.