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Demonologic notes, and the journal fragments of Caleb Le'Mort
Posted: 09 Aug 2006 12:06 PM |
Following’s written into Caleb LeMort's journal, first entry that's not ripped off:
Dear diary. Today I turn the page. Today I begin my new life. Today I leave my masters secluded shelter. I feel somewhat saddened now as this place does feel like a home to me. To think only a week ago I ended my apprenticeship and killed my master. Since then I’ve been studying his dusty memoirs, the ones he never let me glance. I remember the first time I tried reading them my master burnt my hands, so I could not read any books of his for a while. But now finally I’ve managed to find out the original source of his powers. It is an artefact called orb of Tziral. I need to find out more about this Tziral, but as far as I’ve managed to figure out she was a demon witch. My master refers to her as queen of curses. However, as far as I’ve read my master bargained for the orb with another demon, Xyawa’Kwa the Lost. I’ve not managed to find out much of this one, my imp companion, Xaroth, knew a little though. Apparently this demon lord is a shape shifter, loner and a master of riddles. Unfortunately this journal does not tell me where the orb currently resides. I’ve got a feeling the one my master bargained with would be a good way to start my quest for power. I’ve chosen to take more of my masters’ journals with me and his favourite spell book. I’m sure it’ll be of use to me, once I can study its secrets. Already I’ve learned how to conjure and control sentient animated dagger. I’ve thought of a good way to start my journey. I shall once again head to Port Royal, the town from which my master hand picked me from, to contact the local magistry. There’s a tower of magic in an island near there, I’m sure I can find out something there. I really do hope that not all demonology books are forbidden by those arcanists. I shall need to avoid the local townsfolk though; one of them might remember me. As far as everyone from my past life knows, I’m dead. |
Nightmare this may be, but it's not a dream. |
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Second Entry:
Posted: 09 Aug 2006 12:07 PM |
| The journey’s gone fairly well for now. As I stopped for a moment’s rest in the inn of Four Winds, I met few wizards who all seem to be in a quest for power of their own. We’ve decided to act together. They seem vaguely thrust worthy and quite a lot more like minded thinkers than most of the local populace. Sadly they seem overly paranoid about spies, though truthfully the Halflings we’ve met have all been trying to spy on us. One of my colleagues is an evocation expert, as far as I know most that choose Evocation as their main study are prone of pyromancy and violent behaviour. Second is a necromancer. He’s not as insane as the first one, but smells of graveyard and keeps staring that cold glare of his. One word’s enough to describe that one, creepy. Third one is an enchanter. He’s obsessed about women and seems to spend way too much time in front of a mirror for his own good. In this short time we’ve been together, we’ve formed a circle of magic, the four of us. As insane as the rest seem to be, we’ve done fairly well thus far, no-one’s yet been maimed permanently and we seem to work well together, each with different weaknesses and powers. |
Nightmare this may be, but it's not a dream. |
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Third Entry:
Posted: 09 Aug 2006 12:07 PM |
| Today the four of us visited haunted town of Carfax. The trip in general was fairly unsuccessful, though one thing I have to mention of it. The manor of Carfax was quite interesting. There a door decided to attack us, after that everything went down hill. As we reached the conclusion that the manor was obviously haunted, we did not leave. Instead we travelled further to explore it and ended up in a dining room. In which Agrippa and Gabriel both say the whole room turned dark. And that they saw a haunting of some kind, something unspeakably evil. Gabriel rushed out rather quickly after that, and then Agrippa seemed to be taken over by something. He convulsed for a while, and then passed out. We carried him outside to rest before we headed off from the haunted town. One thing left me haunting as we left. Our necromancer, Jorgos, suddenly turned around and headed back. Tried to talk to one of the flying vengeful spirit scythes and ended up cut down. Agrippa and I took our necromancer to the healers near Port Royal soon after, luckily the wounds he had caused him only to drop unconscious. |
Nightmare this may be, but it's not a dream. |
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Scribbled note on the side of a journal page
Posted: 09 Aug 2006 12:26 PM |
To allow the possesion of one's own body by a fiend as a means to power? Is there a concept that could be considerd more insane? I dont know. I've been told it's bad enough to deal with the demons every day, but to coexist in your own form with one? The best resuilt would be a corrupt, twisted being far from anything human in mind, body and soul.
Still quite intriquing. |
Nightmare this may be, but it's not a dream. |
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Entry Four:
Posted: 12 Aug 2006 06:43 AM |
I found myself thinking about people today. It was after an encounter with group of people at the trading post. Apparently (as frightening I find this) our paranoia isn’t pointless. The Halflings spawn from whatever pit of abyss they come from just to annoy us. Somehow I think people all expect us to cheerfully greet them with a honeyed smile and words. Well, none the less. Fate had chosen something else for us than the usual bicker words and angry glances of common populace for once. The Circle gathered together and we left off to Carfax, mainly to find out the problems Jorgos had been having with his dreams. The place and the ghosts call him in his dreams, every rare time he actually manages to sleep. It would appear there are few other places that call him as well, but Carfax being the only one we’ve managed to find thus far. We did very little progress on solving our Necromancers problems, but instead we made a “Contact”. This “Contact” only said we’d need to prepare our self for future meeting with their master, or rather employer. I have my suspects of a beholder cult. We, wizards of many different colours would be perfect to set up for a trap, as beholders enjoy magic as their primary means of sustenance as far as I know.
I’ve chosen a new name for myself due to our encounter in Carfax as well. My name’s Victor now. I find it amusing, how I chose the name of my dead master. Somehow it seems fitting at this time. I’m sure he would be turning in his grave right about now (Assuming if would have buried him instead of leaving into the floor of his study). Now I’ve strayed from the matter, I would do well to remember the names which my group had picked for themselves. Also sides from the new names we chose another job for ourselves, I promised to read the alchemical entries of my master’s journal. We are now; Beren the Librarian, Leiberg the Cloth Mannequin, Aodar the Gravedigger and me as Victor the Alchemist. We also decided to lay on some ground rules (or rather one could call it as a code of conduct to mock the paladins). First one we managed to make was, if you betray the Circle, you will pay with your life if not worse. This leaves me to thinking more codes for our little society to follow. The unity will bring strength and strength will bring us all closer to our goals, whatever they might be for each of us. The rest of the day went slowly; we dug some sand and made alchemical equipment for my practice. |
Nightmare this may be, but it's not a dream. |
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Entry Five:
Posted: 16 Aug 2006 08:15 PM |
Today (Crossed over a name which can be the deciphered as Agrippa) Beren came to talk to me with rather important matter. The mater of beholder had gathered him and Leirbag together for a meeting. What they had heard was fairly interesting to hear. I’m going to leave the names Beren told me out of my journal for now. In case some nosy Halfling gets the hand of this document. Our contact had requested us for some rather unimportant seeming task of spying in exchange of reward of gold. Of course, Beren as an intellect man as he is asked rather for knowledge as reward (Though I suppose you can buy knowledge with gold). The knowledge that was offered seemed to be ways to fight demons or perhaps demonology in itself! Ha, just as I was about to plunge into despair. I have to admit I got curious at this point; I shall to get onto investigating this matter now as quickly as I can. Perhaps impressing our contact will give me the leverage I most certainly will need, not to mention my colleagues. With few carefully planned questions I perhaps will get few steps closer onto the trail of Tziral’s Orb and, of course, confirm the rumours about demon Xyawa’Kwa the Lost.
On a side note, there’s been a Halfling prowling about and stumbling into shadow fiends. I shall need to investigate notes of those creatures from my former master’s journal. She said she had not gotten any training in controlling shadows, yet she vanished in plain sight and re-appeared quickly after. I believe the kind are called either as; Shadow adepts, or Shadow Dancers. Might be curious to see if the Halfling’s actually naturally attuned to those creatures and calling them unwillingly. |
Nightmare this may be, but it's not a dream. |
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Memoirs - Part I:
Posted: 31 Aug 2006 05:26 PM |
I’ve decided to begin writing some of the lost pages of my old journal, before I left my masters tutorage. The past teaches us from making the same mistakes in future, or some vague wisdom I heard just like that. As my powers grow along with my research and travels, especially now when I have my masters notes and tomes with me. Something got me thinking about my very first demon summoning. My mater had decided a suitable demon beforehand for me to practice, Xaroth. The first thing in order of business I had to make the material components for the rite myself. First I needed to create the pentagram dust. For an imp its simple iron dusts worth approximately more 200 gold. Then you’ll need a focus to lure the creature into the pentagram, in case of an imp it’s a scroll sealed with silver signet. The imps –love- secrets; they cannot resist the call if the promise is an unopened scroll. My master gave me some gold, five hundred to be exact to get all the things I need and send me off to some town nearby. I bought some simple farming tools and horse shoes for the iron dust. Of course blank parchment is easy enough to come by. A news scroll would do well enough. Silver was slightly more difficult to attain though, but I did some thievery on some farm house on my way back from the town to masters distant cottage in the woods. I melted the silver ware and made a scroll seal with embedding the page of news scroll inside it. Grinding the iron tools and other gear was easy enough as well, though it took a quite a while and turning that much iron into dust wears one out.
Now after the hard work began the most exciting part. The one I had waited all my life for. My very fist demon summoning, I had prepared myself mentally for it. I had memorised the spell chats, gestures and gone through a possible dialogue with the creature I have summoned. First I draw the spell circle, inside a stone chamber of some ruins where my master took me, carefully planning every little detail of it as the tome showed me. My master only stood near watching me do all the work. Then I planted the scroll at the centre of the circle for a something of a “bribe” in commoner terms. Then after all was done and the time was right, I began chanting the call to the demon, Xaroth. I moved according to the magic gestures and chanted the words first with my own force of will, but soon enough the magic took over, it controlled my every move. At some point for my own horror and shock I noticed I could not stop myself from completing the ritual. The magic, as always, was great… Better than anything else in life. Euphoric feeling took over as pure magical energies ran through me.
A buff of sulphur and fire appeared inside the circle, the pentagram I had drawn for the imp glowed dim red light. Before me stood on the ground small red humanoid creature, two rather surprisingly large horns poking out of its forehead, two dark leathery wings sprouted out from its back and torso. This slightly bloated creature looks to me with an annoyed glow in its black beady eyes. The ritual was over and successfully completed, there was no accidental possession of my being, or broken circle here. Only the strange tiredness took over my very being. My master had told this would happen. The important thing was not to show it to my conjured creature. As leaned onto my ritual staff, I was certain the creature saw the exhaustion through my being. The imp snarled and began to speak in a raspy high pitched voice. “Who calls?” Its tiny paws gripped hold of the scroll I had left for it rather protectively. “It is I; I’m your summoner, Xaroth.”
The meeting with the creature I summoned went well in the end. The feeling afterwards was great. I had all night long conversation with a creature living far beyond most people’s reach. I learned such secrets about demons then. From that day my resolve on my studies of demonology only became as stern as it could, all doubt of the Path I’ve chosen was gone. |
Nightmare this may be, but it's not a dream. |
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