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Post by Dia on Jan 24, 2007 0:29:39 GMT -5
4th Day of Hammer, 1491 D.R.
I have at last emerged from that wretched hole. My first order of business was of course to check on Loriana and our home. She is well, for which I am very relieved. But our home layed in ruins. I destroyed most of the remains, with the exception of our vault, which I buried in a nearby lake. I will rebuild, eventually. No sense getting rid of a good vault.
Once I was sure she was alright, I cleaned myself up and headed toward New Pherin. I still looked a mess, my clothing soiled, but my appearance was not on my mind today. I will admit, my heart sank as I walked through the ruins of what was my home for so long. Nothing remained of Kiran. Not a weed, and hardly a brick. The walls were in shambles in the spots they managed to still stand, and it is clear to me this land may not heal in my lifetime. The enourmous energy I felt during that explosion, it is what caused this. But how? Magic is dead there now. I hope that will pass.
As I entered New Pherin's western gate, I noted a few others had survived as well. Namely those who I ran into during their escape, but some commoners as well. But the final death toll I heard, was over two thousand. Perhaps ten or so had returned they said, maybe a bit more. Upon hearing this, and having seen what was done to my home, I can swear but one thing. I will have vengeance upon the one who did this. For Kiran was no random incident.
During that battle, undead rose from the crypts. They surrounded and flanked the town. They slaughtered everything, and everyone in their path. It was planned, and not only that, it was done by someone on the inside. Someone who knew of the Pescura being ready that day. Someone who had access to the crypts and graveyard without it being noticed. This lead my to believe it may have been Milmamir, especially with the revelation of his being an Ilmnfeml. But if he was slain by the Black Blood, then how? Once his identity was revealed, there would be no reason to keep up the act of fighting the Black Blood, he could have retreated. He wanted them destroyed. At the same time, if he was willing to die, he knew who was behind it, or at least that it was going to happen, and was there to try and stop it. But why?
I would suspect the mayor of being behind it all. But the mayor, for all of his speaking ability, was a fool. He could never pull off such a thing, not on his own. I don't know who else to suspect from Kiran, but I will think it over. I will see this conspiracy unveiled.
For now though, I have heard that the council is seeking to replace Jay Mistirio as the Representative of Kiran, and whether he is replaced or not, begin reconstruction in the area. I have had good relations with Jay, perhaps I can work something out so that everyone benefits.
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Post by Dia on Jan 24, 2007 1:00:34 GMT -5
6th Day of Hammer, 1491 D.R.
The following is my letter to Jay Mistirio, Representative of Kiran.
Jay, it has been far too long my friend. I am sorry that I must contact you under circumstances such as these, and you have my deepest condolences for your family. We have both lost much within the past few days, all that we grew up with. It is a great burden to bear.
I have heard of the council's intentions towards your position, and I've no doubt you have as well. Kiran can never be rebuilt for us, Jay, but for future generations it can be. If anyone else is allowed to reign over its reconstruction, I fear it will not be what it was, for anyone. I wish to offer you a proposal which will benefit us both, as well as our cause, and make the legacy of your family live on.
You know of my political aspirations. Use your power as a Council member to transfer power over to me. It will come to a Council vote, but I can handle my end in making it a favorable vote. As for you, I will make you an advisor to me, and see to it that the reconstruction of your family's inn is arranged, and that you can ensure their legacy and the praise of your name for the work they did their can live on through you. We can see to it that Kiran is rebuilt so that it may one day shine with the glory we always knew. No one else that the Council can hire for the job, should they go through with replacing you, can see to this. As they never had the honor of living in it as we did.
I hope that you will consider this proposal, Jay. If you believe there is a better method by which we can ensure the safety of Kiran's legacy, I of course ask you to tell me how I can assist.
You've my best wishes, old friend, Derek Blake[/b]
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Post by Dia on Feb 16, 2007 13:40:49 GMT -5
15th Day of Hammer, 1491 D.R.
I find myself now clutching my chest in pain as I write. I have torn my essence. I am unsure if I can repair it to the extent I have done it harm. Much as it pains me further to say, it was a fair trade.
I traveled, alone, to the island of Szragil to investigate sightings of a Dragon in the area, at the request of New Pherin. Upon arriving, I met up with another group that had been investigating just the same thing. Lancer, who is apparently now known as Marcus and has changed his appearancel, a man by the name of Tamor, though seems to be refered to more often as Marauder, or Mars for short, Lothar was has returned from Rosca's Ring, and Larian, made up the group. I joined forces with them, and we began to delve deeper into the island.
We discovered the Black Blood here. Many of them. I gave Lothar the blade I had held onto since our visit to the spirit of Lord Ivan Quain beyond the ruins in the Isles of Night, in exchange for my protection. We pressed on, and fought many of them, until reaching the fallen pirate village of Agil. There were hundreds of the Black Blood here, though one in particular caught my eye. It was larger than the others, and seemed to be giving them orders. What is worse is that they obeyed without question. The Black Blood are becoming intelligent. I could not allow this. I gave Lothar a torch and ordered him to hurl it at the large Black Blood. He did so, and I drew upon all my power, even that of my ring, the chalice, and its guardian. I left no source of power untapped. I created a barrier around Agil, and did in fact contain the explosion for some time. The strain was too much though, and while I contained the bulk of it, I felt myself passing out. Larian joined in. It seems she was a sorceress all along, which makes sense as when we met she showed such interest in the fact I was going to speak on behalf of Sorcerers to the Council. Regardless, a sorceress cannot do the job of a true practicioner of the art. Her efforts did little, and everything went dark.
I awoke on the Liberator, the ship belonging to Marcus. I was informed there that Szragil was destroyed by the rest of the explosion while I was out. The Midnight Bel however, stood strong. The mystery of the Dragon's location was solved. Nothing left Szragil, and so there is only one spot it could have been. The Bel. A day or two ago, I was informed by Marcus that Whitestar ascended to the Throne of Bones, and became the new Witch King. It is clear he has something to do with this Dragon, and the reopneing of the Bel. But why now?
It was a long journey, but we sailed to Ivelfrost, and made our way into the temple of Adonis. I was restored there, as much as the priest could. But the damage to my soul could not simply be healed. I could be like this forever, we shall see.
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Post by Dia on Feb 16, 2007 13:52:06 GMT -5
17th Day of Hammer, 1491 D.R.
Upon returning from Szragil's destruction, I reported the findings on the intelligent Black Blood to the New Pherin priest of Cahn, a man named Jericho. I made an exchange with him, my notes on the history of the Black Blood over the past few months for his notes on his theory of their creation. I spent the past day reading it over, and I must say, I am intrigued. The Black Blood seem to have been created by the dust of the zombie spawns of the Vampire King. If they are of vampiric origins, what would the Black Blood's effect on one of Vampiric bloodlines be.
I decided to investigate further, and made my way into the ruins of Kiran. It breaks my heart once more to see my home in ruins, but I shall have to grow used to it. I called Loris out from his hole in the ground, only to have him lead me down there with him so that we may be out of sight of any who pass by, and extracted some of his blood into a test tube, enchanted so that it will not simply melt. While there, however, we were attacked. A massive creature, I believe it was a Black Blood as well, began to slam blindly into the walls of the cave. I heard others up above, talking, though I could not make out their voices. I whispered to Loris to distract the creature while I made my escape, and ordered him to leave Kiran's ruins and not return.
I was later informed by Crow they he ran into the same creature, on the surface of the Kiran Ruins. They lost it however when it fell into the Mou. I've no doubt the last has not been seen of this beast, which Crow believes to be what remains of Commander Kard Rift. But I cannot be bothered with that unless and until it becomes a threat to New Pherin, I have this blood to research now.
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Post by Dia on Feb 16, 2007 14:42:24 GMT -5
20th Day of Hammer, 1491 D.R.
I am unsure how tp properly describe these events, as even I found them to be odd. I was taking a break from my yet inconclusive tests of the Black Blood I collected, when I heard a scream. It was clearly magically enchanced to echo far and wide, and came from the south of New Pherin. I decided to investigate, when I ran into Marauder, an ill mannered man named Ghost, Larian, and Roffo. They too heard the scream, and were at this time speaking with a very large Wolf. The Wolf spoke of the scream belonging to Crow, and that he was taken by a Witch. I always believed her to be a thing of children's bedtime tales. It seems I was wrong.
What came next however, pains me. But more than this, it enrages me. The Wolf was asked who was behind the Black Blood, and with a single word, much of what I have always known turned to lies.
Wesker.
I did not believe it, but suddenly many events began to make sense. Wesker dissapeared from Kiran without a trace during its fall. Whitestar ascends to the Throne of the Witch King within days of this. Wesker had shown much interest in the Witch King Wilder, and his artifacts, such as the chalice. Whitestar vanished thirty years ago, and only now reappears? No, he was seeking something. Creating the Black Blood, it seems.
Wesker created the Black Blood. Wester was the Witch King, Whitestar. I needed only one last bit of proof. I would ask Art if Wesker had lived in Kiran for about thirty years, if so, there would be no doubt. I have since asked, and it is confirmed.
At that moment, I swore vengeance.
It sickens me, but I am getting ahead of myself. Crow was the matter at hand. We found a boat which took us to the Witch's tower. It was clear she wished us to find it. It had no door at ifrst, and I am still unsure how we found the door as I got caught on a vine and did not turn in time to see it open. When we entered, she was there, the creature of myth, as it were. Or at least, it seemed so at first. It was an ilussion. Regardless, she revealed to us that Crow was located in a cave beyond her swamp. We wasted no time and made our way there, fighting ogres on the way until making our journey through the cave.
We found an undead Beholder and an Akumi'da. The others ran, and I stood still as I watched the Beholder and Akumi'da chase them all, leaving my alone. I continued to the door where I suspected Crow was trapped, but found it needed a magical key, which I detected inside of the Beholder. Figures, I thought, as I continued back to the group and destroyed the Beholder. It struck me as no surprise that the Akumi'da then took the key, and would only part with it if we defeated it or beat it in a game of dice. Losing of course would cost our souls. To make a long story short, I got confused amongst the rolling of dice, and it seems I was losing when I thought I was winning. Though I'm not one to back down, and argued until the Akumi'da gave up and handed over the key. A bad idea, mind you, I suggest never trying this. As had I caught the Akumi'da in a bad mood, it probably would have simply killed me.
We proceeded to enter the room Crow was in and free him, as well as the many children held captive there. Crow was trapped down a well it seemed, and when we freed him, I cannot explain the shock we were all in. Crow was a Vosauho, a "fox-person" for those less educated in Fenmyrian races. He was transformed by the Witch. I promised to try and find a way to change him back, though again, quite a surprise it came with.
I teleported us all back to New Pherin from there. I wanted to return to my inn room and think.
Wesker.
The man was my mentor, he was like a second father to me.
He has to die.
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Post by Dia on Feb 16, 2007 15:41:08 GMT -5
21st Day of Hammer, 1491 D.R.
There was no sleep to be found last eve. I stared at my notes all night, trying to find something that could prove Wesker innocent of that Wolf's claim, and even of my own reasoning afterwards.
There was nothing. Nothing but more unanswered questions.
I finally left my room, and found Crow. I had him exract a bit of his blood for me, and then I set out to my vault to experiment. I narrowed the components within the blood down to the following.
Wyrmwood Bloodoat Onion-Grass Heart of a Newt Shards of Silver, Gold, and Iron Bluesnake Oil
As well, the spell I found within his blood were that of Shapechange and Permenancy.
Watching the blood closely I was sure of only one thing. Crow could never be changed back. At best, the spell could be repeated and he would take on a random Human appearance. But I had another interest besides helping Crow. The Black Blood; I discovered that the theory of Jericho, the Cahnite priest, was in fact correct. It is now my theory that if I can give myself a small dose of the Black Blood, and isolate it within a certain part of my body, that I could make myself stronger without being turned. It would bring out my Vampiric blood more, without visually effecting me. Though whatever part of my body I do this with, could potentially be harmed. Permenantly. I have not decided if I wish this or not for myself, but I looked into the necessary precautions. The following are the ingredients again found within Crow's blood, and their counters, in addition to locations for some of the counters:
Wyrmwood -------- Dangreen Grapes, Found along Old Trade-Coast Bloodoat ----------- Fresh Mou Water Lillies Onion-Grass ------- Rock Salt Heart of a Newt --- Red-feathered Snake, Found in North Nyme Woods Bluesnake Oil ------ Wood-Alcohol
Had these been applied quickly, Crow's transformation would have been slowed or even stopped. I believe that though the transformations are different in nature, that these same ingredients if brewed together could prevent the transformation from leaving my arm; as my left arm is where I have chosen to inject myself with the Black Blood should I choose to do this at all.
The power it could grant, it could be enough to help me fight Wesker when the time comes.
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Post by Dia on Feb 16, 2007 16:19:21 GMT -5
23rd Day of Hammer, 1491 D.R.
Due to a geas over me, I am not at liberty to fully discuss what occured today. What I can say is that a Halfling by the nickname of "Mutt" asked for my aid in a secret mission for the legion. We gathered at the Ruins of Mialos, to the south of the city, and boarded an airship from there after having a geas for secrecy placed upon us. I dislike this geas business greatly.
To make a long story short, we were to retrieve two agents of the Pheric Government from behind enemy lines. We did so, and at the end of the day both Mutt and Marauder owned half of an airship we found on the way back.
Why did I bother writing this, you might ask?
I just wanted to get off my chest that I dislike geas'.
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Post by Dia on Feb 16, 2007 16:20:32 GMT -5
24th Day of Hammer, 1491 D.R.
The following is a letter in response to my letter to Jay Mistirio two tendays ago.
So it is true, you survived that horrific tragedy that befell our childhood home. My heart was already too heavy with grief so it is a very good thing to learn my old friend still lives. I wish to see you as soon as possible in person again and speak on old times to remember happier moments. As the last few days all I can do is stare at a portrait of mother and father, remembering all the happy times and regretting not having been able to see them the last year. But it is not worth the time to write on the grief that we both obviously suffer, I will say one thing though, and your timing on writing me is beyond godsend.
My political standing has sunk to a dangerous low that it causes me to fear if I remain too much longer here in the capital, I may lose my life. While it isn’t public knowledge, yet, the council members know of my father’s origins, which even I didn’t know until I was confronted with it. It seems my father was once a Yojimbo for a Celestial Leyline leader, he long ago gave it up and eventually served in the Pheric Navy and later opened up The Peon’s Pisspot in Kiran. Though his former life as a pirate has marred my political career and has endangered my life – I do not blame him obviously but the others on the council now believe I may be a Leyline spy. The only one who doesn’t is the High Lord Darathorne himself, but he cannot openly side with me or it may endanger him as well, such is how political games work I’m afraid. So I can honestly say your proposal was a thing I couldn’t pass up.
A day or so ago now I convinced the Council to allow you to meet with them in order to see if you are what they are looking for in a potential new lord. Which will be soon, they will send word for you, and the High Lord has made it clear that within two-tenday you will be notified of the meeting time. Though in doing so, I was removed almost instantly from my level of power and escorted out of the council’s meeting chambers. I quickly fled the capital to a country-house I purchased some years ago so here I am staying with my only trusted friend, a Shadowluren named Iris.
If you wish to meet with me, Iris will be in town every Ninth and Tenthday, she will arrange any meetings. I do hope we can together rebuild Kiran, but it may be hazardous for you to associate with me as well, but we’ll see hmm? I pray for your well-being and wish you the best of luck.
Your old friend,
Jay Mistirio
Everything is going according to plan.
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Post by Dia on Feb 5, 2008 22:42:21 GMT -5
*Hundreds of pages are torn out beyond this point, leaving one final page at the end. Droplets of blood, blackened with age, stain the parchment.*
Perfection, dear reader. This is what I strove for in life.
All has gone according to plan.
There is no longer a need for the enchantments to reveal my writings only once I have died.
For even when I have long since dissapeared, dear reader, know this. I will never die.
Sincerely, High Lord and Emporer Derek Blake
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