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A Necromancer's Journal. Entry #8
IAmWarden01
Member, Alpha Two
I am so brilliant that sometimes I astound even myself.
Since I don't particularly like being blackmailed, and since I equally hate this small town, I decided it was time to make an aggressive move. It's one I wouldn't normally make, but it was necessary. Every month the town holds a celebration of their arrival to Verra to promote comradery and as thanksgiving to the gods. The ceremony always opens with a toast and everyone in the town is required to participate in the toast or it's considered blasphemous against the gods.
An entire town of 250+ people all drinking the same substance at the same time and I just so happen to have a glorious little potion that can kill anyone who ingests it in about a minute. Honestly, how could I possibly resist. Of course I spiked their drinks. All I had to do was bribe a meathead into letting me into the kitchen because "I'm wanting extra bread", make my way to the barrels the drink is stored in, pour in their death, and wait. The windbag of a priest droned on and on, "gods are glorious", and "praise be to them". Utter nonsense. But when they finally drank.. hearing their screams, watching them rot, seeing their terror.. it filled me with ecstasy.
It was only a week later than my blackmailers showed up to give me more ingredients and orders for potions, but instead of meeting the me I had been showing them, a scared, timid little man, who they can easily manipulate, they met the REAL me. They showed up and met my army of over 250 undead. After squealing like stuck pigs and revealing their hiding location, they joined my army. And now, me and my army are matching towards their pathetic little hideout in the mountains.
They think they can blackmail me!? ME?! Death itself is at MY command! The creatures of this world live or die according to MY will and MY good pleasure! I AM ITS RIGHTFUL GOD!!! These FOOLS will weep at their foolishness and then cower in fear at my feet. I will take great pleasure in watching them die!
Since I don't particularly like being blackmailed, and since I equally hate this small town, I decided it was time to make an aggressive move. It's one I wouldn't normally make, but it was necessary. Every month the town holds a celebration of their arrival to Verra to promote comradery and as thanksgiving to the gods. The ceremony always opens with a toast and everyone in the town is required to participate in the toast or it's considered blasphemous against the gods.
An entire town of 250+ people all drinking the same substance at the same time and I just so happen to have a glorious little potion that can kill anyone who ingests it in about a minute. Honestly, how could I possibly resist. Of course I spiked their drinks. All I had to do was bribe a meathead into letting me into the kitchen because "I'm wanting extra bread", make my way to the barrels the drink is stored in, pour in their death, and wait. The windbag of a priest droned on and on, "gods are glorious", and "praise be to them". Utter nonsense. But when they finally drank.. hearing their screams, watching them rot, seeing their terror.. it filled me with ecstasy.
It was only a week later than my blackmailers showed up to give me more ingredients and orders for potions, but instead of meeting the me I had been showing them, a scared, timid little man, who they can easily manipulate, they met the REAL me. They showed up and met my army of over 250 undead. After squealing like stuck pigs and revealing their hiding location, they joined my army. And now, me and my army are matching towards their pathetic little hideout in the mountains.
They think they can blackmail me!? ME?! Death itself is at MY command! The creatures of this world live or die according to MY will and MY good pleasure! I AM ITS RIGHTFUL GOD!!! These FOOLS will weep at their foolishness and then cower in fear at my feet. I will take great pleasure in watching them die!
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It's going to be spectacular when I fry you with a Holy Dmg spell (｡♡‿♡｡)
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