Archive for October, 2009

In the Pale Moonlight

Posted in Erubadhron's Journal on October 22, 2009 by necrolepsy

This past month has seen me reorganized, shedding my old skin as it were and allying myself with new members of the Horde. I feel as though I have stripped myself of all that weighed me down. These chains that had bound me to the failings of my peers are broken, and I am rising above. By accepting a new comission, I have become part of a team that moves with more fluidity and power than I had seen to date. I am…

Impres…

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I̡͞͞D̴̢́I͠͠O̕C͟͡Y̸!͜ ̴̨L̶Ứ́N̴̡A̡͟C̨͟Y̵̴̨!̨͝ ̢҉́W͟͜h̸҉͝a͠t ̴͡͡ẃe̷҉a̸̢̡kn͞e̷̢̧s͟҉s̨͘҉ ͘͢į̀s̵͠ ̷̀̀t͜͞h͝ís̸?̵̛͡!҉ ̶̶W͡ha̸̢t͞ ͏s̡̡e̵̛ǹt͜im̨̧enta͜͝ĺ͘͡ ̴͠͏g̴a̢rb̸͞a͢͝g̨é?̛!̢̛͞ W̛h͜҉a͠t ̛r͟i҉g͘ḩ͟t̢,̨̧ ̨̀w҉h̸̵̀à͜ţ ̵͝m̧͘i̸͜͝n̴̶d̵͘  ha͟v͘e͘ ̴y҉̕͜o̕u̢҉ ̧t̶҉o ̸̕d̴́͠e̴c̷̵įd́͝e͞ ͞súc͡h҉ ̵͘͢f̀̕o̴o͜l̡is̕h͏͟ń͝e̢͠ś͢s͞͏?̶̡!̛ Y̴̕͢o̢͏u ̀͜͞a̢r̨̀é͜ ̸V̸́̕al͝o͏͘r͡͝b͝a҉̡͠n͢e̶̢, ͢P̵̧er̶̛͡i҉ļ̀ ̢́̕o̷̴f́ ͜҉̷t҉h͠e͠ ̸A̸̕ļ̛l̷̶iance̡̨ ͜a͏̴n̨͝d̀ ̷̛t̀͡h͝e͝ ͢v͢͞i̛͟͜c̕i̸o͏̕ų͠s ̧sl̛a̵y̵͠e҉̛͏r̶͟ ͏͏òf̵ ̸a̕͜l̛l̵̨ w҉h̷͝o͜ ̡͘͢s͏͏̧t͘͝a̴nd̴ ͘i͟ņ̛ ̧̡y̶o̢͞ur̨̡̀ ̵̷̵p҉a̧t̸̸h́͏.͏̨ ͝Yo̸u̶͟ ͠͏̵havȩ̀͠ ̛́be̴ȩ͢͞n ̨̨d̨̛͜u̕͏lļ͢e̶̷d͡.͞ ҉Y͟oų ́͝h͏̧a̴v̡e̢ ̨͠b̀͠͏eé̷n̸̛ ͡s͟҉l͞o̡͜w͠e͢d̷̡.̶̷҉ ̶̧͜Th̢̨i͟s̛ d͡r̶u͞ḑ̛̀ǵ̶͏e̸͞r҉͏y̷͜ ̨̧͞is̷̀ ̛͡n̶o̧̧͡t͝h́i̧͏n͟g̴͞ ̢̛b̴̀u̕t̶ ̴̶th͝e ̧҉w̸̸r͢i̷̵̡t́͘͠i̶̷n҉g͟s ͞of̨̀҉ ̡a̶̢͘ ̨o͟ņc̛͜͞ę̧́-̢g̕r̀e͏͟͞at̶͟ W̴̢̨a͏r͜͞l҉o͝c̴͢҉k̷. ͢T͞h͡e͟͜͠ŗ͠e̸ ̧͠i͠s̶̨ m͟͞͡úc̡̕h͏̵͜ m̵̀ơr̴͏͢e̢͠ ̛̛t͢h̡͢at ̕̕͢n̛͞e̷edś̢͝ ̛͟t̷͏o̢ ̶be͞ ̸̵̛d͠o͢͞͏ń̛e̶. Ṕ̷ų̨t̀ s͘͜u͏͞c̵͘͞h̛ t̶͞h҉o͘ug̵̨͜h͘t͡s̸ ͞o̷f҉͞ s̵ì̸̛m͞p͟l͠i͠͡c̷҉i͟͞t̕y͢ ̷̵̀a͏n̢d̡ ̛àrb͘͝i҉̴͝tra̵͝r̢͟y ̡s̸h̵́͞o̡ws̶ ̕͘͠ó̴f̀͢ ̴̴͢ķ̧͝i̶͏n͡͠d̨̨n̵̡e̢s͏ş͟͠ o̵ư̕t̴͠ ̶o͏͜f ͡͝y͢͠o̶̵͜u̸̡r̷̛ ̷͢m͝eas̨͡e̢͞l̷̶y̸̧ ҉li͘͢ttl̶̶e̛͞ ́͠h͡͡e͠҉̕á̕̕d̷!̀͘ ̡́͏T̡͘h̸̡e̷̸ ̶s͘p͠el̕l ̡m͟҉͢ú͡st̴̸ ͡b̛͘é̛ ͢͝c͘ơ̶mp͘ĺ̵͠et̢͟e̛d̕.̴͏ ̀͘I̸͘͡t͢͏ ̶̴͞m̷u҉̨s̨͞ţ ͏bé̢҉ ̴̀͟s̀͟e̛͡e̵̢n͟.͏̶͘ ͡I̶҉̢t ̨m̸͢u͘s͢t.̶̧̕.̀.̧ ͠Iţ m̡u̶͟st͏.̵̛͝..̨͜͠ ̸͠I̴t̸̕ ͠m҉͡ư͝s̷t̴.̶͘͏..͜͡ Í̷t́̕ ̨͟m͟ù̵͠ś̶̕ţ̸͜.̸̛.̨. ҉̴̢I͜͡t͞͠ ̛m҉u̷s͘t́..̧̧.̨͢ It̢ ̵͝m̸u̷̷s͢t͞.̴͏.́.̀̀͘ ̴I̸t ̴̡m̀͜͜u҉҉s̸͘t̴̨͝.͢͝.̸͜.̸̨
͇̻̖͢m͏͏̙̣͕̼̠u̷̥̣̟ͅs͎̥̹̀t͕̙̙͙͈ ̸̻̹̘̣͉͠b͍͓͉̱̞ḙ͈̗̹͔͟͡ ̛͇̦̰͡ͅc̷̨̡̝̻̺̟o̮̳̮̯̞̥̯ṃ̴̧̪̳͍͕̝͕͚͞ṕ͔͕̻̻͖͔͘͟l҉͎̟e̮͍̗͞ͅt̵̮̪̼͕e̬̬͕̟͟d̖̠͡.̝͕̜̲̼̖ ̛̞̞̹̥̕I̻t̢͇̘̳̼͓̭̬ ̸̯̬͔͕͉m̡͇̼͚͈̲͡u̸̜͙͚̞̰̹͉̙̻s̵̢̞͍t͓͖̮̥̣̪̫͘ ҉҉͙̤̖̹͖̹b͇̳̭̱̠̟̺̜̪e҉̹̝̞ ̢̡͓̯̹͡ṣ̦̞̗̟̘e̞͙͎̱̞͓͘͝͞è̯̞̩̝̺͚͔ͅͅn̢͔̣͓̯͝͞.̗͖̹̥͎̭̺̬̳͢ ͍̞̮̩͢I̛̮͇̼̼̟̗̖t̶̵̤̯̬̞͎̺̪͡ͅ ͏̙͍̤͖͉͘m͙̯̲͍̩͡ͅù͎͎͇͖̪̬̞s̷̭̗̯̱͖͉̩͝t̖̼̺͉̙̰̟͙́.̤̹̜͟.҉͓̠͉̠̼̦͉̼̬͡.͔̮͚ ̛͝͏͙͇͇̯̼̣͔I̻̩̹ͅţ̵͇̮̭̖̯̱͍̹͢ ̨̡̱͕̜̣̺̮̦̀ͅm̛̦͉͓͉̣ṷ̴͠ș͈̭̖t̢̮̰̘͎̀̀.̷̵͍͍͔̥͡.͏̖̤͔̰̩̗̟͘ͅ.̨̺̖͕ ̛̭̮͇͓̺̝̫̬̫́I̧̛͉͓͎̯̤̺͠t̛͕͈̘̘͚͢ ̨̪̱͕͈́m̛̼̀ư̧̜̜̯̱͡ͅs͈̙͇̗̘͙̭̭̣͟ţ̭.̶̠̹̥.̵̤͖͉͉͚ͅ.̷̡͚͖͙̺͙̣͡ͅ ̷̴̖̯̙͕̖͡I҉̗̱̘̖̗ț̤̖̗̱̼̭ͅ ̷̠̩̲͠͡m̷̛̤͖̳͕̬̫͕ͅu̥̪̠̻̦̥͎̝͍s̕҉̳̱͔̰̥̦͔t̜͇͘.͓̗̦.̴̨͎͓̠̠̭͜.̸҉̰͚̠̦̹̦ ̵̤̠̘̗̻͝I̡̩̺͈͝t̸̢͖̱̺ ͏͇͇͉̖̹ḿ͕̤̰̘͈̠͎̲ṷ͎͎͔͎̙́ͅs̕҉̝͔̦̝t̷̥̩.̫͢.̷̀҉͙͇̝̳̻ͅ.̝̩̮ ҉̷̼̫̱̜I͍̬ͅt̹͙͖̯̀ ̗̭̟m̞͙̫̯͔͡ͅu̸͏̣̭͚̜s̤͖͚̦͖͍̤̲͟t͔̲̭͓͚̣͍͡.͢҉͇̞.̛̺̘̹̪͓̯͞.̸͎͕̥̞̘̣̗͠ ̙̙͙̳͈̱̕I͚̹̬̘͢t͏̼̖͈ ͏҉̢͕̦̠̪̬̺ḿ̜̣͚̖̙̟̻͘u͕͎̜̠̮̜͕͘͞s͙͕̹̪̘̤͝t̷͉̲̀.͙̬͜͝͡.͝҉̤͉̞̻̠̘.̪̼̗̖̻̼̖͇͡͝

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                                                                                                                                                                                                …nner of infiltration, I shall be in attendance. I still cannot shake this weight that has borne itself upon my shoulders, however. Though I have been in deep discussion with several close contacts who shall remain nameless if this journal is ever discovered, and they have counseled me that to use the writings and papers I’d composed in my mania would be detrimental to my health and sanity, I cannot deny that the subtle compulsion to use them grows. I find myself glancing over like a boy seeing a woman undress for the first time, shy and eager. It calls to me with siren song, and I am certain that if I do not do away with the various pieces of parchment, that I shall give myself over and arrange to sway acolytes to my views in order to perform. As it requires the aid of multiple users of magic with significant talent to use this, I can say that I would need some time even if I were to decide that I should use these… otherworldly pennings.

Perhaps the party will get my mind off it. Of course, I should not be so foolish as to presume that I can merely put such an alluring prospect out of my head. I’ve always had a penchant for desiring what will get me into trouble. Women, demons, and the taking of lives have been my bread and butter for years. Perhaps the corrupting influence of my craft is finally taking its toll. Perhaps I should look into aid. But there is no one to turn to, for they would by turn, turn me in. I give myself one week to decide a course of action.

~Erubadhron Valorbane