Holyblood Log
I didn't know my journey would end where i started it. The keep of Boltspumpkin held a familiar warmth that I hadn't felt in a while. My mind clearer, my vision focused. I have decided to take up a familiar position as Docent of the museum as well as its defender. With a greater purpose I can stave of my bloodlust. Taking up the tower behind the main building as i slowly adorned it with my belongings. Of course i forgot hundreds of foul blendec skulls in LakeMenace, oh well less is more after all. These three shall suffice. My weapons are up for grabs, offering them out to would be adventurers and even a little training. The last thing an adventurer needs is their copper longsword breaking on them. Plus these weapons have such a deep rooted history that my immortal ass shouldn't horde them forever. They have stories of their own and better adventurers will hopefully use them for the greater good of Orid Xem.
I only recall fragments of the past years after awakening from a long hibernation. Tosace had rapidly deteriorated and her husking was almost finished. She had informed me of a lost secret now awoken. However during our travels she truely lost herself and became a husk. Needless to say, i put down the penguin woman. Was a shame.
I remember a strange necromancer who I gifted jewels too whilst I took a glance and this secret knowledge. It was one of the three i sought. Such knowledge, more of it coming together and then a blur. I awoke on an island, goblin limb in my maw, new wounds and bloody weapons.
The Page of Tiredness had returned, I had helped them. They were frozen for years, at least these ones. The recent warming, released them from their permafrost prisons below the Tundra of Heros, they had sought, an isolated island in the north. I crawled along the seabed and dragged their wagon across the ocean. The gave me a home, I was lost.
I was lost, my mind was clouded.. I was a parasite, feasting on the lost dwarves. I was always doing this in Falsetower. I was blinded by revenge, manipulated and twisted by this dark knowledge I was blindly helping Ala. I had been unintentionally doing his will the entire time. It hit me upon looking at that copper artifact, the sword. This dwarf had caught me feasting and immortalised it on the copper sword. No wonder that rotted dwarf hadn't moved in years, I was doing all the work for Ala.
I was sick, a plague upon these struggling dwarves and they showed me nothing but compassion and I took their fellow dwarves. I asked the smith to make me some armour and headed out not long after its completion.
The ugly forest, a place of death, the ruins of a small fort, littered with bones wrapped in plants. It was oddly beautiful, even in death there is life. Yet the island was full of foul blendecs, they would often try and pray on my whilst I composed my poems. For those that are unaware Foul Blendecs are clearly the foul creatures of Ala, skulls for heads, their hollow eyes pierce deep into your very being. Even in death, the skulls still reek with darkness, the sockets forever staring into your soul.
After contemplating in The Ugly Forest for some time, i decided to return to the Museum. But first a warning to the goblins, no more wars. Lake Menace was a mess with goblins, the pits ran red and at the end of it all. I just walked out and kept going until I was here. The place that will be my new home, I know I can hold it all back.
A true fresh start was required, I grabbed the lapis from my pocket, once a component in my hands for future spells. I wash my hands with it and for now I need time to think about what Im gonna do. I had all the time and I need to us it for something important.
I must not be tempted by lost secrets.
I must not be a monster.
I must be better.
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Topic: Museum III, adventure succession game (DF 0.47.05) (Read 475471 times)