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The same old story as always, Exiled -> Try to have fun -> Bored(and alone).

Nonetheless, my time spend not as Exile and as Exile, was actually suprisingly fun.
Huge thanks to Secutor for giving the Exiled dweeb squad plot, intrigue & interaction to keep us entertained and motivated.
Alas, there was not enough player interest to join the Creep efforts.

Special thanks to Arjuna Namahedu & Crew. (Yayyy murder).
To NND for being exile buddy.
To a bunch of players I won't name to not incriminate them that sought me out in the Creep out of the kindness of their heart.

Nathaniel Blackvale was a total asshole and slimey narcicist. And I think I took *all* of the bad choices that spawned from his irritable personality.

And he was actually the Legate the whole time (proof):




I think I'll try to play something that doesn't end up in the Creep next?

Woof.

Dear Diary,

I don't know what dark powers you possess but raging on your pages causes my problems to be solved. All of a sudden, I have the most brutish and easy to manipulate man in employ. He is made of pure muscle and bloodlust. His yearning for cannibalism is a tad concerning (more than a tad) but that's something I can work around.

Maybe he's strong enough to kill Gedwyr who knows.

But if he messes up, I don't know him!

Cowardice! Complacency! Cantankerous little pests! Even those who Dwell in filth below have no desperation enough to muster the courage required to commit foul murder. Fear of Law grip their hot hearts. Afraid of the lynch-mob of dullard adventurers. Pathetic! Miserable! Must I really resort to doing dirty work myself? Because with one exception, I shan't. It is below me. I have the coin to supply and these dregs are supposed to be working. Simple as. Perhaps though I can lean on the Dark Mesiahs to give these dying cravens some black purpose to make it worth sacrifice. There is wisdom in the faith I have allied, but if I look at my direct neighbors, they too wish for others to commit the actual work. There's little to gain in the Creep it seems when it comes to bloody murder. However for some unfathomable reason, most people seem to deposit information to me free of charge. They view me as so morally corrupt that whatever evil desires they have must pale in comparison and the words they cast my way as some sort of twisted confession won't find it's way into paying clientile's ears. WRONG. I am selling everything you ever told me, fools.

LEGATE DRAGON,

Congratulations on your inevitable victory.
Your opponents were lamed children, but nonetheless, you would've strangled more worthy adversaries aswell.

Now, to business.

I want to give you information and options. That I do not trust your runner(s) with.
There are no others that could open this particular path.

Would you grace me with a visit?



BLACKVALE

It's justice to plot Atticus his arm removal.

My case had no witnesses! They judged me guilty for no reason.

No shadow of a doubt he proclaims.

I will have him guilty and suffering. Vengeance!

If you need me prosecuting or testifying I am here.

Nathaniel

Dragon,

I know what I want from you now. It's a big ask, but it would give me endless statisfaction until my death.

Send someone and think up something you'd wish from me.

Nathaniel

Acolyte Zoe,

Please stop sending so many spies my way. You are stopping every individual you find on the streets and asking them to scout my domain. It was my understanding the Priory consists of intelligent & charming weavers. But you are behaving like an incompetent.

As the primary broker of information inside the Creep, I would very much advice you to engage with me instead. I do not have any heavy opinions about the Priory one way or the other.

Best regards,

NATHANIEL BLACKVALE

D.A,

You were supposed to work for me.

Nevermind, then.

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You know who

[We have placed the Wards.]

[A notice is plastered exclusively in the Creep below Ephia's Well. UNSIGNED.]

[It contains the drawing, by charcoal, of a robed figure, a woman, blood on the lips...]

The Acolytes are in the Process of eating your Dreams.
And for what you may ask? Their insanity has multitude of reasons.

What you dream of, might be grounded in reality.
What you dream of, might be made into reality.
What you dream of, might be seeped from you to strengthen them.

And the most Djinn, nefarious reason of them all, one dark acolyte stands and tops them all.

All she wishes is TO EAT.

We have placed the Wards.

Trust not in me, like some ruler over you, I am your neighbor, concerned for you and us all.

Allow them no entrance! Allow them no presence here! Allow them no spies! Allow them not to take freely from you!

WHAT IS YOURS, IS YOURS.

FIGHT TO KEEP YOUR MIND.

I just came up with the worst idea.

Dragon,

would you like to overthrow a foreign government?

Blackvale

That fraudulent man! Bare feet. Has me crush a SYMBOL of his own faith. Metal and gold. Books of other faiths. Petrification-turning of those loyal.

All the warning signs are there...

You will be freed! I will free you from the shackles this feign-priest binds you in. Perhaps you could all return to being Man? If not, I imagine at least your souls will find deserved rest.


Yes... The Leech... That should be that lazy content bastard's moniker.

D.A.

Please visit, I have need of your services, to suppress and disencourage certain information and behavior.

I would discuss this matter in person.

But only if you have time and effort to spend playing an active role.

The issue(s) at hand require deliberate and immediate action and I have no time for a slow burn waste of time.

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You know who (that pays well)

Dear diary,

I am feeling forlorn. I used to be able to sit by warm hearth in the Krak des Roses, Rosewine readily available. I used to stirr the glass, glance into the wine and daydream about how to furnish my Ashview Manse.

It is true that everyone in Ephia's Well was lesser to my brilliance and that they annoyed me with their bumbling incompetence and mindless arrogance and self-congratulatory nature... BUT, it was a better fate than the loneliness I endure now.

I've made a bit of a friend I think in this silly drunk Genady Toporov. He has stones for brains, but he seems loyal and honest. These two qualities are what I desire most in a friend, because that makes them easy to control. People who are friends but do not listen to my great intellect tend to cause huge problems. Ugh.

But he is unrefined and brutish. Reminds me of Osric and Arjuna. Occasional visitors are either sand covered wandering paupers, flea-ridden wormingers or very old Elves that keep talking about their inevitable decay and death. The only refined gentleman to have graced me with their presence barely visits but when he does I feel a monocle of the old me, a happy tingle!

It's not all bad though, there's no backstabbing Janissaries or Gold League members here and no Arjuna that beats me up all the time. Most my bruises have healed, I just lack an arm is all, but maybe a Djinn or unwholesome Spoke could help me in that regard! Grow it back through some dark and twisted sacrifice. Maybe I could fuel such a ritual with one of my enemies's innards. Mmm... that would be righteous justice. Not that I possess any knowledge in that regard, this is idle speculation...

Maybe I should kidnap that Nadiri Ashley, wasn't she a doctor? And Astronomer? She can ask the Stars or some otherworldly being and then also carry out the operation. But if I beat her up right before the operation then she'll be liable to make mistakes. I can't imagine you can thread a needle when your arms are broken. Such predicaments!

At least I was brought a box of Rosewine yesterday, definitely a highlight in the last two weeks.

Now, if my loyal employees finally get to complete the very murderous work I have given them, coin will flow in and I'll be able to furnish the Real Palatial Pyramid! I must make sure it is more luxurious than the Legate Office, which by the way, is really easy to accomplish. The office seemed made for function and not comfort. Fit for the drones they are! Dull boring cobbled little drones they are, these Ephians... Do they even enjoy good wine? Enjoy good foods? Do they hire entertainment? Do they purchase Art? Do they enjoy a gladiator fight? Do they ever do anything remotely appropriate for someone in power and in riches? No they do not. This is why I enjoyed Arjuna Namahedu initially, he showed some Spokes forsaken personality! Personality!

Do you hear that Ephians? Personality! And joy! EVER HEARD OF THAT? All those Ephians are so focused on their jobs and despite that, despite all their essence poured into being a boring drone, they STILL manage to do a POOR job.

It should be me on the Throne of Ephia's Well, honestly! But it seems I must settle for the second best option, the Throne of Crime! Haha. I do enjoy the thought of being feared... Never quite expected or desired it but, I think I do now! Yes... Make me happy, my loyal underlings! Kill them all and make them scared.