 Monday: It's been
a sad day here in my dungeon fastness. Sad, but not for me. Oh no.
Dungeoneers are going down
like nine-pins this season. I don't like to gloat (actually that's not really true, is it?
I love to gloat) but when the call of the goblin horn sounds throughout the many
levels of my dark world and dungeoneers tremble as my many minions search and snatch them
for my delight - well I feel the satisfaction of a bad job well done.
Tuesday: Got another
one. She was stupid enough to fall for my impersonation of Brother Strange, that old monk
who even I can't pierce the mystery of. But soon my technomancy will enhance my natural
powers of magic and my supreme intelligence to such an extent that I will lay bare even
his dark secret, what e'er it may be... Or maybe he's not that important. Who cares? I'm
Lord Fear, master if all I survey. What's a wandering monk to me? If I should so choose I
could wipe him from the face of whichever level he larks in.
Wednesday: It has come! For days I wove dark webs of power as I created 'the Scurriers', short lived but magical creatures I sent into the places that exist between the levels. Places where things do dwell which even I might fear (I said might fear.) The Scurruers (never seen, except in the corner of one's eye) were instructed thus - 'Go fetch me the mighty magical engines and incantations which will enable me to construct a new kind if being'. A being which is a meld of technology and magic - a Skeletron. The Scurriers have brought me the means. Now my awesome experiments begin... Thursday: It's not working. I've sent it back. I'm not paying for this rubbish... Friday: Lissard has come up with a 'cunning planness' but it seems to be a tight troll's breakfast of a scheme. The stupid, fish-breathed, bozo has captured a young maiden (some serving wench he enticed with money and fair words) and put her in peril. The only person who might save her is a passing dungeoneer, and the only way to save her is to cross a deep ravine whilst magic knives fly hither and thither. Heh heh heh. Only the spell SHIELD can save the now... Saturday: Curses! Lissard the brainy (I think not) left the self same SHIELD spell in plain view in level three. Foiled again! Smirk with Smirkenorff by Arlo Wörts
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