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[Dark One]

Journal of Dark Two



So the time has come. The Order of the Ale have prepared well to turn our chambers into impenetrable fortress, secure to both threats mundane and of magical nature. However, even against forces of Hell itself they won't be enough. "What shall we do?" I pondered for a while, and then got an idea. It is not the time to weep and turn down in doomsaying insanity. The Order of the Ale would organise the grandest of festivals - a booze flowing festival of death, just before torments from down below would come.

[Gwolfski]

You got the symbol exactly as i intended! Well done.

[TheImmortalRyukan]

The Time has come...

With Airith away in another dimension getting the paperwork done for a land grant for a fortress that the watchers can send their most favorited pawns.

She sensed a great stirring in the fortress of Doomforest. A swirl of dark energies after a period of weird silence. She laughed as she relized that some poor fool had gotten the sickness and was finally gonna bring that old place to its knees.

She laughed as se sat there with piles of paperwork to fill out.

"I really shouldn't of accdeted this task from Drazoth, he's the one who's most likely to lead this next round, HE should be doing this" Airith grumbled into the dark empty Government offices, closed after hours. Only the faint light of her candle and the Black Arrow to keep her company.

[Imic]

See you in hell. So. He means to kill us all. Well, good luck.
And after all, I'm much too busy to die. I can't possibly fit into the schedule. I'm a busy man, what with one thing and another... Although, either way...

See you in hell?
That is what it says, Jhil.
There's only one thing that I can say to that: Spoiler alert, for pete's sake!

[Gwolfski]

I sorta feel like in the space race, but in the opposite direction now.

[Drazoth]

What would we call such a race? The anti-space race?

[PsychoAngel]

The Underworld Race, I'd think.

[TheFlame52]

Dear Citizens of Doomforests

Fuck off. We're full.

Sincerely, The Demons

[Gwolfski]

Dear Demons

This is an Eviction notice. Our deed to this land goes infinitely up and down. Go to Breadbowl.

Sincerely,
Gwolfski
Duke of Breadbowl, Chief Engineer of Doomforests, resident Madman of IB12WAF3, Tavern Keeper of BlazeCooks III

[TheFlame52]

You're not duke of Breadbowl, you died.

[Gwolfski]

I'm allowed to use past titles. so shut up. Also I have a shared conciousness between my selves. And I am a ghist duke that is an invisible ghost that is invisible on the unit list, anyway, I needed to sound good.

[Gwolfski]

Ive managed to give a bobcat orders to haul stuff. In other news, a very important lever shall be pulled as soon as the dwarves remove a final wall.

Water is heard rumbling through mysterious plumbing..

[Drazoth]

Time for the party to start.  I hope the clowns arrive on time.

[Gwolfski]

Time for the party to start.  I hope the clowns arrive on time.

Naah. I'm setting up my new front lawn. Then... The clowns come. Best served hot.

[Hans Keip]

Hans read the note on D3's desk. "Hmmm," he said, "Seems they've finally gone completely off the deep-end."

He then stepped out the door and directly into the shadows behind D3.

"I apologize for the inconvenience," he said as he revealed himself, "But I simply cannot stay for impending horror-show. Here's my resignation. I have a baron to return to. Goodbye."

Hans then opened a solid mahogany-wood door that had appeared out of thin air. In the moment the door was open while Hans stepped through Drazoth could hear screams and see fire. Then the door closed and vanished leaving Drazoth alone. It was after a moment of collecting his thoughts that he looked at the paper Hans had handed him.

It was covered in an indecipherable and alien script. It glowed a blinding purple for a moment before the page simply crumbled to dust.
Drazoth knew now that Hans would not be returning to Doomforests.