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Blinded by the (B)light(er)
There's not a great deal to be said about our most recent encounter in the labyrinth, because, quite frankly, we didn't see very much of it. When the things that crawl out of the walls at you fill the corridors with sucking darkness and cast webs of blindness across your eyes with every stroke of their gangly clawed arms, you may as well just shut ( Read more... ) -
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Treacherous fools. They couldn't just listen to their older, wiser master, could they? No, they had to go and be all democratic about things.
Surely they had to know that that could only lead to trouble. The only safe way is autocracy. This business of making decisions by council won't get anyone anywhere, except dead. Which is exactly what ( Read more... ) -
The Fug of War
The line between reality and memory grows less definite with every passing day. I find myself staring at a past that has long since ceased to be, the flesh and blood world a ghostly apparition beneath it. I cannot let my underlings know that my grip on reality has grown so tenuous. The closer we come to Karavakos and the unstable magics that cloak ( Read more... ) -
In the Halls of Madness
Amongst the ruins of a fallen people we found a sane madman and his legion of blank-eyed followers. The fact he offered us only peace and solace raised our suspicions. He called himself The Great One (pah), though I suspect his name was something like Wilbert. (Yes, I know he told us his name, but I have no memory for such things.)
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Light in the Darkness - Karavakos II
Every hellish day that passes in this place brings more fragments of memory, more hints at what I once was, at how I came to be here. As the blood of both my foes and my allies spatters the walls around me, it all comes back.
I am not a king. I never was. This I have only realised now, as the old feelings come back, as I have a soldier who bends ( Read more... ) -
Thrullzon the Terrible vs Harkill the Hard-to-Kill and the Three Doors of Dooom
Never trust anyone who can't remember where they came from or how they got here, I say. Forget the fact that I have some great black spots in my memory that stretch back into the ruin of forgotten civilisations; if you find a lone adventurer locked up in a cupboard who doesn't know how long he's been there or even, for that matter, what he's meant ( Read more... ) -
Thrullzon the Conqueror vs Karavakos the Blind
So, Karavakos, the day when we meet again has finally come. At the very least, a piece of you, some withered sliver of the bloated shell you had become when last we faced each other. Now, perhaps, you will see that this time, once and for all, you shall be wiped from the face of this world, and scrubbed clean from the memory of all worlds to have ( Read more... ) -
A Royal Entrance - Another Tale of Thrullzon the Great
So it seems that my royal presence is not greatly appreciated. When I announced to the rest of the party that they could, from now on, call me either "King Thrullzon" or "Your Majesty", the dwarf became quite incensed. He actually manhandled me, manhandled my august and royal personage, I say. He kept yelling inanities to the effect of "Where is ( Read more... ) -
A Harrowing of Earth - A Tale of Thrullzon the Destroyer
No more of this 'Vondal's Vandals' nonsense. The time has come for a change. It should be clear to everyone concerned after the events of the past few days that it is indeed I, Thrullzon, who is truly in charge here.
What's that you say? What happened to Akmenos? The homely and slightly sadistic wretch of a warlock who once scribbled his inane ( Read more... ) -
Vondal's Vandals - The Shrubberies of DOOOOOM
I've never been much of a fan of pleasant dingly dells. Trees, nasty things. Full of dark places for vile creatures to creep and hide and drop on unsuspecting victims. Home to squirrels. I hate squirrels, squirrelly as they are. Also, the pollen. Can't stand pollen. Nothing quite breaks up the facade of a warrior lord at the height of his power ( Read more... )