Endy
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10/17/2013
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Anyone know what this is all about?
Was traveling to the Forgotten Quarter to test out the airs there and ended up in the middle of this.
Managed to escape but still ended up in A State of Some Confusion(first time in ages).
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lol, looks like I should have let them catch me instead or maybe not upon further consideration...
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Through the darker shadows.
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Laluzi
Posts: 456
10/26/2013
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gulbanana wrote:
If you happen to have a Ray-Drenched Cinder you'll lose that too. They can't take numbers, though, or candles; nothing that really matters.
Truly a pearl of wisdom. Let the devils come. They know nothing. Can they tear the scars from your flesh? Can they crack the chains in your mind? Can they rip the hunger from your belly? The talons that rend can only break the skin. The things you hold close run deeper than that.
Let them inscribe their false madnesses upon your mind. Your eyes will burn clear of them; you see stronger things, harsher things. Let them take you to the boat on the silent river. You have been there many times before, and languished - drowned - in thicker waters besides. Let them have their trinkets, their valuables. They mean nothing to you. Only the Name.
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Mercer - an enigmatic and brutal individual. Frightfully strong. Has even more frightful manners.
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Passionario
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11/18/2013
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edited by Passionario on 11/18/2013
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Hammond
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11/17/2013
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I lost all my Echos: 2225 and some pence. Years of saving. So much for my Over-Goat
All my souls... common to Coruscating. Gone.
All my Brass, 11000 or so (I spent a lot of time robbing the Embassy). Gone.
But worst of all: My Cantigaster Venom, a Fate-Locked weapon. Gone.
I am a Seeker and I found this to be to much loss. Even pursuing Mr. Eaten gives you something, knowledge mostly. But this... this is all I got:
"To Slow!"
You are fast and stealthy. But you run before the coursers of Hell. They overwhelm you like a red wave breaking, bear you down with them. As if in a dream, you find yourself snatched up by their blazing-eyed leader. He is shaking with rage. "Trash!" he bellows. "Trash!"
The devils swarm over you, upend you, search you for valuables, scourge and blind you and fill your ears with madness. Lastly, the reinsert your soul. They are not gentle. They hold you while you scream, faces wise and blissful.
I feel sick. All I wanted to do was try my hand at the new Expedition.
Now I don't know what to do. Years worth of treasure gone. Years of play swept away in a single instant.
Don't let the Devils catch you.
One small hope... My Destiny might permit me vengeance.
Although... after thinking about it. I can laugh. A small sad laugh.
I have taken FAR more from the Devils than they have me. I have regained and lost my soul many... MANY times. I rob the Brass Embassy in the name of the C.V.R a couple times a week. Hundreds of Devils thoroughly beaten by my hands and a monster's fangs (and some killed, I like to believe) in the name of the Church.
I feel slightly better. Now I am off to play chess with the Boatman. Dreaming of the day when I get my chance slaughter every single Devil.
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Passionario
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11/6/2013
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Or you could do the wise thing and abandon the search.
I happily sold my seven-stained soul, spent the next week digging in the Quarter, and the Hunt never found me.
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gulbanana
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10/26/2013
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If you happen to have a Ray-Drenched Cinder you'll lose that too. They can't take numbers, though, or candles; nothing that really matters.
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Hammond
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11/18/2013
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From what little I could find about my situation I was able to come to this theory:
I have stained my soul completely. I do not believe that my cats will help me retrieve it should it be lost again. My soul is thoroughly worthless apparently. However, this did not stop me from trading it for Cantigaster Venom. There was other items of equal value available. A Ray-Drenched Cinder, A Dreadful Surmise, a few other things I already had in my possession. At the time, Cantigaster Venom was completely unknown to me. It turned out to be the most powerful weapon I have ever come across, I am very sad to see it go. But I digress.
When I was letting my nightmares and waves coalesce for my "unknown visitor". A simple two fate option appeared... It involved going to a "presentation" where Devils were discussing souls. That is all I will say about what transpired there. Afterwards I was approached. I was told this deal was a one time offer. My soul could be traded for FAR more than it was worth (Which is nothing, apparently). I took the deal. I got my weapon and my contract and went on my marry way.
Then I found out weeks later that I couldn't go to the Quarter anymore (I had spent a bit of time at Zee). At first I thought it was a temporary thing, a little "rebuilding" or something of the like. I was wrong.
All I know is that I had an attribute I wasn't aware of. Basically; "I had done something foolish at the feast of masks".
What was so shocking about the whole incident is that there was no warning. No sign that I had done anything. I have lost things before, I am a Seeker. Loss and sacrifice are nothing foreign to me. But this... this was just cruel. The Devils gave me my soul back, as violently as possible, but why?
Regardless, here I stand. Penniless. Yet I will keep my head held high. I have people that "depend" on me to be present, can't go sinking into the mire because I lost a few toys to some discourteous Hell spawn. One day, soon I hope, I will charge into Hell and slaughter ever Devil I can lay my hands on.
Every. Single. One. Or at least one Devil for every pence lost. That might suffice.
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Cocytus
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11/18/2013
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Whenever bad things happen to seekers, I always think of "Breaking the Law" by Judas Priest, but with "Seeking the Name" replacing the titular lyric.
But yes, Hammond, I feel your pain. I have started training a seeker alt that I may better share it.
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Stock Titus, a rapturous individual ahead of its time. (Dormant)
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