The Epic Campaign

Campaign Notes Ia01

The fight for Triskailion went well, there is nothing that can stand in our way, except for a defect in a neck brace that has laid me low. It was indeed fortunate that Tink was able to produce the backup device to make up for his sloppy workmanship. I have been stuck in this Limbo for 4 mins and 16 secs and I already grow bored of this existence. The thoughts of the previous month have been filtering back into existence, forcing me to relive through every day that I have already conquered. At his rate it will take another 23 hours 54 mins and 20 seconds to complete the download of everything previously recorded by my body. To make use of the time I have remaining I shall document the events that transpired since the last note that I produced.
Triskailion is an odd and disorganized city. Its sewers are worse. I was surprised by the lack of refuse in the sewers. These gnomes must be able to fully digest food, or else they have some sort of magical means of reducing the waste in the sewers. There is also an ingenious design so that when a sewer gets too full, it is tipped and deposited into a holding area. My weight must have triggered this response and as the sewer tipped I was forced to hold on lest I fall with the rest of the crap. On a side note I could have sworn I saw a Tor, a small mechanical creature, native to my home plane. The more I descended the more it began to bother me. What would a creature from there be doing in this sewer, secondly am I not the only thing that came from that plane, is it possible that the creator is now in this world and is now sending scouts after me. I have declared my independence of Sigea‘s Tyrannical rule. I shall not be a servant to such a ruler. I shake my fist at even the mention of his name… Oh shit! I was climbing. Thankfully I am able to catch myself.
Finally I get to the bottom of this sewer and this is when it hits me. There was no way a gnome could have shat out something that huge. Perhaps the elder brain has that large of feces, but it sure didn’t come from a gnome. Unfortunately it is also overwhelming my sensor inputs. Unable to correctly take note of my surroundings I decide I may as well clean myself off, unfortunately I am not alone down here. Some green monstrosity rises out of the garbage to attack me. I thought it foolish, for I went with the full confidence of Ruz. Nothing could threaten me and live of that I’m sure. The foolish otyugh died after a few good swings with my ax. Unfortunately for the gnomes, I may have killed their waste removal system. The sewers now have no way of emptying out, it will bring the city to its knees. I however do not have the time to wait for that tactic to work, I must press on, but first I have to clean myself up. There is something acidic in this gunk that is wearing away at my lubrication. There are a handful of gears and other parts in here. While on Agerias I knew how to build tors. These are the parts that I would use. Perhaps it is just coincidence, but it seems suspicious.
I am able to find my way out of there using a poorly placed secret door. The door is at the same level as sewage, so when I open it, the contents are poured into a previously clean hall. Who would bother cleaning up this mess everytime someone needed to gain access to this area? Seems like such a waste of time. I am left with the thought that perhaps there is a plug at the bottom of that chamber. Since it is a floating city they can just dump the refuse out the underside of the city at opportune times. I must remember to suggest this design to the gnomes so that they no longer feel the need to press abberations in to slavery just to eat their crap.
I know I must be getting close. Probably right behind this door. Oh no, just a gnome. He says his name is Vin. However he is a liar, for he said that Tink had is brain sucked out, by the pink squishy things. There is a chance he is refering to a different Tink, but then again there is a chance this is a reanimated corpse of a dead street sweeper. That would be ridiculous though. He is quite useless in battle. He refused to distract the monsters that I might produce a Teleportation circle. At least he pointed out where they are. I decided that the antechamber next to the room would make a good spot to make the Circle. I used a string of sigils that only I knew. If anyone should find out and decipher this string of sigils, it would probably drive them insane. What’s this? I hear my brothers. It must be an invasion. There are probably spies in the city working for Sigea. I order my brothers to react harshly to any suspicious activity. We must keep peace at a time like this. Upon completion I find I had used more energy then I expected and must rest for 4 hours. Ruz has a brilliant idea. By putting me prominently on the prow of the ship leading the crew into battle, morale will be boosted and the men will fight all the better when we arrive.
I am now rested and take Ruz and Imix with me to the glorious battle that awaited us. I fear I may have caught my first glimpse of a returned Sigea. The strange man next to the floating brain was able to control the brain. He was seeking out Ruz, did he know that this was the same spirit of DeRux. Everything just leads to more questions. He did know my name, but if any hatred came from his recognition, I failed to see it. The battle was tough. The brain kept using psychic energy to mess with my sensors. I found that it seemed to tickle. I’m not sure why, I must ask Tink about that odd glitch. Though it was tough, the kill of that Shard of Sigea was satisfying. I must hurry along my plans to resurrect Bane. With his powers I may finally be able to defeat and destroy my creator, and finally be free.
My brothers were also quite successful at routing out spies. We had over 600 in Four mile island alone. Surely a great attack was coming for that many to be found so quickly. I rescind my orders, knowing that the other traitors will get the message. I need that message of fear sent to the rest of the coming army. They will know doom long before they see the glimmer of machini coming to slice them down.
The gnomes are happy. They apparently feel the need to celebrate such a short and meaningless victory. Don’t they know of the greater danger out there. Tink is also happy. With new helpers, upgrades can be performed in a much smaller amount of time. I found out that what I dismissed earlier ends up being true. Vin really is an animated corpse. We warn the gnomes that he is probably a danger, though I figure he is still where I left him, worried that I was going to eat his brain. He didn’t seem to get out much. The world’s meet is in a few days, and I know that there is trouble brewing. We shall see what appears there.
Tor production to start when my body is reanimated. Perhaps by studying them I may gain a greater understanding of what we are facing, or maybe I miss the challenge of creation.



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