NOO!! My magic is not yet strong enough.. The twin sand titans, hair and skin, they fell apart when we encountered another band of adventurers. They fell apart at the slightest touch!
I tried to raise them again, I tried everything... THEY WERE TAKEN AWAY FROM ME.
Luckily a new full moon is nearly upon us. I will mend this world and bring it back to an age of myth! I will make everything whole again.
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For my second transformation, I have come to the deep south, to the city Scarletbronze. The peaceful south, where thousands walk through the city streets, were civilisation is untouched. IT IS PERFECT.
I will start at the keep. It is full of nobles. See them run now, the fools. The next full moon THEY WILL THANK ME.
During my last transformation I did not yet have the power over death, but now I do. I now know that these powers are so much greater when combined! Now when one of the nobles struggles, and is maimed and killed, I can raise it from death, and in doing so I have made some interesting observations.
When raised as a normal zombie, these humans are useless. USELESS. They will only attack the other humans, killing them. A waste! But when I turn them into a fell one, reconnected to their fallen soul.. I found something that will change everything. The mammoth curse.. IT PERSISTS BEYOND DEATH! The curse is tied to the soul. Even better: Under normal circumstances, a victim has to wait a full month for their transformation, but these raised fell ones.. THEY TURN INTO THEIR MAMMOTH FORM IMMEDIATELY.
I was terribly unprepared for this discovery. As these fell ones keep their soul, so they keep their misjudgements. The beast attacked me immediately! And I found that I had created something far more powerful than myself.. These Mammoth Fell Ones cast a terrible spell that paralyzes their victims and tosses them away like useless rag dolls! Helplessly I was tossed away, my limbs were battered and broken. Each time I overcame my paralysis the Fell One would cast again. COULD IT NOT UNDERSTAND I GIFTED IT HIS POWERS?? Though I could feel no pain both because of my form and the paralysis, I could feel that the life was quickly draining from my body.
I got lucky when the beast tossed my broken, paralysed body through a narrow street. I landed right in front of a door, and with all my willpower I overcame the paralysis. I crawled inside and was for a moment outside of the view from the mammoth fell one. I did not hesitate and used dark magic to escape (ooc: long live fast travel)
The full moon only lasts a day. There was no time to waste, and though wasteful, I immediately set up a new experiment. I needed to distract the fell ones with other victims, so I could study them safely. The crowded marketplace was perfect. THREE MAMMOTH FELL ONES WERE RAISED. From a safe distance I observed their brutal efficiency, their dark paralysis spells, their mastery of telekinesis: how they cast their victims away, as if they were toys.
It was clear to me that my own power was insignificant. The full moon was drawing to a close, and in any case the city was.. becoming too… complicated. Somehow many of the earlier victims had already taken their beastly form by now. There were hundreds of infected. The sounds of battle came from every alley. The city was tearing itself apart. Those that were not yet infected still tried to fight it, and it was too distracting. I left, but I already had what I came here for.
The journey north was long. I travelled all the way back to collect the slab with the secrets of life and death. I had not taken it earlier, it is incredibly heavy and almost impossible to carry in my monkey form (speed 0.099), but I needed it for my final plan. I walked to the shore ready to swim to the islands before the coast, and jumped in, but made a terrible miscalculation. The heavy slab immediately pulled me to the bottom of the sea, and despite all my powers I needed air to breathe. There I was, 4 or 5 z-levels below the waves, and the slab, the slab.. I HAD TO LET IT GO.
I swam back to the surface and emerged just in time, gasping for air. Why does the world try to kill me? WHY HAS IT TAKEN FROTHBONE FROM ME?
But my monkey intellect is too strong! I can solve this! I will just wait for the next full moon, and dive for the slab on the ocean floor in my mammoth form!
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While waiting The monkey man decided that he would not travel to the islands, and that he would start the ritual here. The mad monkey constructed and build for many days, aided by a small army of undead creations. Finally the dark pyramid started to take shape. At night it looked haunting. Incapable of sleep, the monkey looked at the waxing moon above the temple with bloodshot eyes and waited impatiently. His time would come again. ----
The full moon is here. I am yet again in my mammoth form. I wield great power, though not nearly as great as the fell ones. This is not the only problem. THE SLAB IS GONE. I dove into the deep water. In this form, the lack of air did not bother me. But it was NOT THERE. I have heard of this dark magic. It is said that artifacts remain strongly bound to their site of origin, and that sometimes they will teleport back to that site. THERE IS NO TIME TO GET IT NOW... I have prepared everything. I just have to write better instructions.
THE MOON IS FULL, If the ritual works, I will wield the power of the Fell ones.
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In silence the massive weremammoth walked into the dark pyramid, leaving his undead minions to wait outside. Threatening clouds gathered above the structure when he prepared the ritual. This terrible beast had once been a mere monkey that had never left the home tree. Within several months, he had learned to command powers that would have been beyond him to imagine not too long ago. But it was not enough for him.
He lit the fires, and again checked all the instructions. Then he started to chant, first softly, then louder, as if trying to reassure himself. Then when the chanting had reached it’s climax he raised a dagger with trembling hands, and plunged it into his heart.
Raki Umberclan the Bulbous sank to his knees, fell backwards and was no more. 
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Topic: Museum III, adventure succession game (DF 0.47.05) (Read 475396 times)