Write up of turn 136The following text is attributed to Bralbaard Hammerfishes, and dated to somewhere half-way the 12th century.A finally have decided to write down my adventurers from what is by now, over a century ago.
I will keep it short, both because I do not remember the details after such a long time, but also because the whole experience has been.. quite traumatic to say the least. But I have decided this needs to be written down, as a word of warning.
At the time before everything went dark, I was busy enjoying my life, my life in what might be considered the purest form of immortality, acquired in my previous adventures. Immortal, but not undead because the world had forgotten about my age.
Life was good, but not without responsibility. The world was dying and there were very few that tried to save it. Even though Maloy and I have a… troubled past, Maloy had the right idea trying to build an army of angels in Incenseorder. The world needed something to counter the undead hordes and the corruption. I took six warriors of Udir from Razorbridge. The moonlit fox owed me as much. I would use them to breed my own lines, for a second chance to fight the corruption if Maloy failed.
What better place would there be to raise that army than at the site of the angels’ original vault: Coverashes? The warriors of Udir themselves call this place by another name: Lightningrope. The place where energy from the heavens is channeled down to earth, as through an umbilical. Lightningrope, our connection to the realm of the gods.
For several years the angels and I worked on reclaiming the site, but I had underestimated the force that had been growing in the North-East of the world. In the darkness of Stetárnil Geshud Geles a festering madness had been nibbling at the very fabric of the world itself. One day suddenly the fabric tore, and I was pulled under.
(OOC: at this point I unretired my character after fortress building and ended up... somewhere else) The ground tore open under my feet, and the earth swallowed me whole. It felt worse than any of the deaths I had died over the last four centuries. I fell at ever increasing speed while things clawed at me from the darkness. The agony was not the worst. There was a cackling madness in the darkness, a force similar to, no, much, much worse than bogeymen. It tore my divine blistered metal sword and steel armor away from me and then began clawing at my sanity.
Darkness and Agony took over my whole being.
When I woke up I was in pain and felt completely violated. For some reason I knew exactly where I was. I was in Stetárnil Geshud Geles, or Honeyhammer. This was the bedroom of the Honey Fiend, who had trapped me here by dark powers that are beyond any of us. I screamed and crawled away, backing up against a wall.
The honey fiends quarters were a horrifying mess with body parts and artifacts randomly strewn about. In a corner I spotted Maloy’s tongue, and his teeth. I’m not sure at all how I recognized those items, but the fact that Maloy had been walking around with my severed ear for the better part of a century might have something to do with it. I can only imagine the poor wolf man has suffered the same fate as me and was tortured to death in this room.
I wanted to run, but despite the agony and horror there was something stronger than me in that room, pulling me towards it. A dark figurine of the worm itself.
“SLINPA ESH” THE WORM OF EMPTINESS.
In previous adventures, the worm had granted me immortal life. But at what cost? The dark force that permeated this place compelled me to take the figurine. When I did, I felt the mad entity withdraw, satisfied. I was breathing air again.
It was then that I realised this was one of the artifacts that the honey fiend had stolen from the museum.
I found several others. Guki pusap (the dark gnome oxang) and The hateful armored two head of menace (iron breastplate).
Still shaking I left the Honey Fiend’s quarters. If I had been in a better state I would have presented the reader with a better description of the madness of Honeyhammer, but all I wanted was to get away. I passed the disfigured and tortured remains of many creatures and jumped over a magma moat of burning poetry, and ran.
I ran like I never had before.
I did not stop to eat and drink, nor to rest. When I got to Incenseorder I must have looked like an undead. I made it to Maloy’s castle to give him his tongue back but could not find it anymore. I must have misplaced it somewhere. Maloy actually seemed to have a tongue and it was all very confusing. I must not have made any sense to the wolf man, but he had to be warned! He had to be warned of the danger!
Just when I started to doubt my own sanity, a guard took me away from Maloy to a backroom. The wolf lord looked relieved. I expected the guard to take me away to a madhouse, but he fell to his knees and started to cry instead. He told me his name was Zar Evenchirped and that he had escaped Honeyhammer himself several years ago. He had been the traveling companion of a gremlin named Awi Priestnails that died at the place, and Zar had, after months of torture, only barely escaped the madness himself.
I doubted he had escaped the madness entirely, the man had little sanity left. In a way I was looking in a mirror, and this allowed me to snap out of it.
Whatever the honey fiend had done to me, I had the museums items back and would return them. And now at least, I would no longer underestimate this festering madness. It was not too late yet.
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That concludes this adventure.
So I do not know what dfhackery or voodoo stuff made me unretire in Dikbutdagrates bedroom of all places, but this is what my embark screen looked like:
The turn was pure nightmare fuel.
I resubmitted the lost items, and something horrifying I found in Honeyhammer. A vermin sized dwarf, that was locked in a pear wood barrel.
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Topic: Museum III, adventure succession game (DF 0.47.05) (Read 473215 times)