Hey everyone,
I've decided to write this new fan fiction entry in an attempt to reach Grim Scribe--and have fun. I hope you like it!
William the librarian
Note written in a torn sheet of paper from a yellowed incomplete ledger.
Shait the thrall
Amarax the liche
Journal entry.
I've decided to write this new fan fiction entry in an attempt to reach Grim Scribe--and have fun. I hope you like it!
The Ghouling Pit
William the librarian
Note written in a torn sheet of paper from a yellowed incomplete ledger.
Dear Margaret,
Much have I depended on my wandering mind to keep myself distracted from our current predicament, and temporarily set myself in a dream parallel where I may rest under your sweet care again. Yet, my focus wanes the longer I stay here, and the longevity of these forced visions diminishes. When I volunteered to join the excursion to the Algos library and recover the rumored history books that could still there be laying in deteriorating solitude, I feared not the putrid undead monsters that stalk the shadows of the night, because although their memories may be eternal, ours entirely depend on the recording of our history, and the nobility of this cause strengthened my resolve. I paid no heed to your cries, not out of dissociation from your loving sisterly affection, but because my strength of will had to prevail over any reservations I might have if my duty was to be fulfilled.
And lords, it pains me to say it, but how have I regretted coming here. Even in the sudden, and dare I guess, unholy droughts we have endured, or the plague that sickened the village's herds, I have not felt a consuming hunger as acute as this one. We have been locked within the dusty confines of this crumbling library for six nights by a swarm of blood-sucking flying rats circling the building. All attempts of leaving this place have resulted in severed limbs. Our food supplies have been, for the most part, stolen or destroyed in the impish attack on our caravan days ago. The most resolute of our knights that guarded and guided us are on edge, and after many frustrated attempts of escaping and squandered energy on fruitless scuffles, even the wagon's horses are... looking more appetizing by the second.
Margaret, lest our efforts be in vain and we turn into martyrs, we cannot abandon the recovered records. I will do whatever it takes to survive this place, return to your much-desired company and the warmth of the horrible cactus soup you so thoughtfully prepare.
Your brother, William
4th of Auct
Shait the thrall
The thrall rapidly throws itself at the ground before its vampire master, curled into a fetal position, face down. It raises its lightly trembling dirty hands in supplication.
"Master, weave finish dugging the pit. The barbed bones ar' fastened deep and the iron pen are being moved as I humblely address you. The preparations will be done by the first of Auct, as your will commanded."
"The time approaches. I will release them in five nights. Make sure that no hollow dies. I want as much meat in the pit as possible," said the towering vampire. "Now leave, I must concentrate."
Emitting low-pitched sounds that much resembled a snuffling animal, the thrall crawls backwards as it distances itself from its master, keeping ts head down until it is far away enough to turn without its vision catching any glimpse of its sire's face.
Amarax the liche
Journal entry.
I have warned the simpleton about the unpredictability of the Ghoul's formation. The so-called "Ghouling Pit" created a propense environment for the Wendigo spirit of hunger to arrive, but its oversimplified design was less than prototypical in terms of control. I was not surprised when I found the Vampire's face torn in front of a cage. I was surprised, however, to find the rest of his body without bite marks.
Despite the low amount of subjects, the fool was indeed successful in finding one prone to welcoming the Wendigo. I could tell from the lack of torn bars that the wretched leech formed some level of trust towards the Ghoul. The thing was definitely not left emaciated due to hunger, as his open face testifies.
Following the blood trails, I encountered the fresh Ghoul eating a cactus, of all things. He entitled himself "Willow", occasionally changing its pronunciation. I invited the creature to be guided by me in its new unlife. Willow was disquietingly meek, in spite of its obvious capacity for fierceness. I will study him with a fondness that I am sure my vampire companion was incapable of, but I will not make the same mistake as he for even a moment.
I shall take notes of this Ghouling Pit and query the vampire when we eventually meet again. I am sure this experiment will be useful in the future.
Last edited: