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This reporter has an EXCLUSIVE news break! Our top reporter, Walter Kronk'ite, Dwarf Reporter Extraordinaire, has found evidence of the nefarious plot from Tzelchan, the one responsible for the red mist, and All Hallow's Sin. We bring pages from the personal diary of Tzelchan itself.* Transcription below the pages depicted. * The contents of this diary may not be suitable for younger audiences, and those that have a delicate stomach.
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Dear Diary, It is the day after All Hallow’s Sin, and I feel like a new man! (tear stains near this part, perhaps of joy?) Though things didn't go as well as I had originally planned, in the end, I was able to escape that infernal jawbone. Though I can’t return to that realm, the veil will thin again next year, and I can have revenge against those that dared resist, and those that killed, AGAIN, my dracolich, my dearest mount, my beloved Char'ierth. (writing becomes scribbled, as if emotional) My plan was perfect! Millenia of planning within that jawbone, laying in wait for someone to find it, all for it to be scattered to the winds by those pesky mortals, who wanted nothing more than to ‘hunt monsters’. Bah! Little did they know, that’s what I wanted! Those idiots! But they weren’t supposed to kill Char’ierth. He was my friend, my companion in the old days, where we would subjugate all in our path. We ruled my kingdom with an iron fist, as any sorcerer-god-king and his pet dragon should. Damned mortals. (writing clears up) But in the end, I am free of that realm. I am free to travel and become great once again. I am no longer a shadow of my former self, a disjoined spirit traveling from one body to the next, trying to find that perfect host. I had first come upon some asian man, who couldn’t put a bottle of drink down to save his life. His alcoholism even bled through my possession! (Daichi) Then there was the red demoness who sparkled and helped my lieutenants. She was a bit much to handle. (Terra) But then...I found this glorious body. Some homeless wretch that had taken too much opium, and no one cared. He was so empty of life, that his body had become the perfect vessel for me. I keep looking in the mirror, admiring this new body. He is perfect. He will hold my vast spirit, and oh the things the mortals take for granted. Food! Sex, Drugs! The pleasure of women’s flesh once again. I have missed the feeling of how a woman’s flesh parts slowly at the deft skill of my hands, it is such a unique tactile sensation, as flesh parts before my knife, as if a shirt were being unbuttoned. Blood spilling out like goodies from a stuffed party animal that you hit with a stick. I missed the pleasures of a woman’s flesh… But I digress, diary. My plan. I needed energy. Emotional, magical, or any kind of energy I could get my spectral hands on. The easiest for my goals was emotional and magical energy. The people of Sincadere were rife with both. I didn’t care for those monsters. I needed its inhabitants to fight them, become emotionally charged. Use their magics. And all the while I would collect it, store it, use it and my red mist till I had enough that I could break free. AND THEY FELL FOR IT! All Hallow’s Sin Trick! Not Treat, though the idiots thought they were winning. They would defeat the monsters, whether carrots, forest spirit, demon, or undead, and stand over them like conquesting victors. The fools. It all culminated in my party. MY party. I needed a room, and the mist provided. I needed slaves to serve my needs and whims, and the mist provided. I needed food and… well the slaves provided, but the mist provided the slaves. All so we could celebrate the one thing in the realm that I was unwilling to do alone….ME!!!! With the energy and powers at my disposal, I brought the mortals to me, no matter of rank or file. They were all there, and all eyes were on me, as they should be. And it went splendidly. Party revelers seemed to even get into the festivities, despite having been kidnapped. People ate, drank, and danced. I had even danced with the woman who was headmistress of their pathetic college of magic. She was supposed to be THE magical force in Sincadere, but when I danced with her, and her marvelous boobs, that were hanging out I need to note, she didn’t seem to have as much magic as I had hoped to siphon. She claimed denying/blocking me from her magic, but you and I both know, diary, nothing is barred to me. The party was in full swing. Slaves were being used, people were dancing, deals were being made (like they would matter in the end), and people mingled. The energy was charged with emotion, though admittedly, I had hoped I would have to break up a fight. Once I had siphoned from her the last bit of energy I needed, I addressed them all in typical villain fashion. I played the part gloriously. I still think back and almost want to giggle like a schoolgirl. I finished my ritual, and I was FREE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I left that realm immediately, and I am here now, basking in the afterglow. I wish this new realm had tobacco, I’d smoke it after the railing I gave to Sincadere. Either way, it is time to accumulate my power. Gather a new army. And perhaps next year, when the veil thins again for All Hallow’s Sin, I’ll return once again to that land. This time with an army at my back… Comments are closed.
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