Cheliax, Empire of Devils

Seaside Musings
Tryggvan's Journal Entry

C’thuun C’thuun, I read the old rune. I hummed the right tune. The series of caves, cleansed with the blood of slaves. The knowledge unbound, and power I’ve found. Brightened by madness sublime, this time written in form of a rhyme.

The great ones were right. There is power here, in this cave. Abandoned by the deep ones when the sea receeded, it beckons to me. I feel it keenly. So much to translate. I need to take a breather. I am going to investigate the quality of the mead in westcrown.

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Education of Lord Ichabod Crane
University of Egorian

Bachelor of Law

Master of Law

Diploma of Investigations & Forensics

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Education of Dr. Grigori Strand
Diary of Dr. Grigori Strand

Diploma of General Alchemical Theory


Bachelor of Medicine


Doctor of Medicine

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Education of Dr. Herbert West
Notes of Dr. Herbert West

Bachelor of Alchemical Science


Doctor of Alchemical Science


Honorary Doctor of Medicine

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Reanimation Project Status Report
Notes of Dr. Herbert West

Cheliax Medical Association

Research and Development Department

Westcrown Chapter

Project Status Report

Report Date

Project Name

Prepared By

Starday, Rova 17, 4716

Humanoid Corpse Reanimation

Herbert West, M.D.

Status Summary

On Hold Until Further Notice

Project Overview

Task

% Done

Due Date

Driver

Notes

Preserve Vital Organs

100%

N/A

Alchemy

Complete Success

Preserve Muscle Tone

100%

N/A

Alchemy

Complete Success

Preserve Skeletal Integrity

100%

N/A

Alchemy

Complete Success

Reanimate Recently Deceased

75%

N/A

Alchemy

Can’t Get Corpse to Reanimate for Longer Than a Few Seconds

Budget Overview

 

Category

Spent

% of Total

On Track?

Notes

Preserve Vital Organs

250 gp

68%

Yes

Under Budget

Preserve Muscle Tone

500 gp

75%

Yes

Under Budget

Preserve Skeletal Integrity

500 gp

75%

Yes

Under Budget

Reanimate Recently Deceased

5000 gp

100%

No

Budget Exceeded

Risk and Issue History

Issue

Assigned To

Date

Preserve Vital Organs: Possible Contamination with Embalming Fluids, Possible Needle Stick Hazards

Grigori Strand, M.D.

Completed

Preserve Muscle Tone: Possible Contamination with Embalming Fluids, Possible Needle Stick Hazards

Henry Jekyll, M.D.

Completed

Preserve Skeletal Integrity: Possible Contamination with Embalming Fluids, Possible Needle Stick Hazards

Wilhelm Bornstein, M.D.

Completed

Reanimate Recently Deceased: Possible Contamination with Fluids Draining from Orifices, Possible Needle Stick Hazards, Possible Damage to Lower Back Due to Heavy Lifting

Herbert West, M.D.

Completed

Conclusions/Recommendations

To speak frankly, I can’t get the damned body to reanimate. I have tried everything I possibly can, and I just can’t do it. The other doctors and scientists think I am chasing a rabbit down a hole with this one. We have determined that the brain continues to be active for at least six minutes after all other vital functions cease. Why I can’t replicate the alchemical properties of cranial fluids is beyond my understanding at this point in time.

I will continue, however, as I will not be made a fool of. Especially the arrogance of Dr. Strand. If any of you reading this take his word for anything you are just as big of an idiot as he is. He plays around with toxins and venoms all day. What does he know?

I recommend a full overhaul of the alchemical properties. We need to re-determine the make-up of the cranial fluids, the spinal fluids, and the blood. All efforts to replicate the interactions of neurological activity have failed. With what we have at the current moment, we were able to make the corpse quiver and shake, and as others call that partial reanimation, I call it a failure. Unless the corpse is able to replicate activities it had once done while alive then it is not a reanimation.

Honestly, I need some time off. I have been in the laboratory for as long as I remember. I need to clear my head and think anew. I will take at least three days off from the filing of this report. I could use a drink, something I haven’t had for at least the past six months.

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This Does Not Look Like a Tiefling
Just Sayin'


This Does Look Like a Tiefling

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Damn Magical Orcs
[Report for Sir Ivan, From Vess]

So off they go the banquet, leaving Squire Patroklos Alexander and I to watch the Fort. Easy peasy, right? Wrong! WTF happens?! We have some fancy pantsy guy show up and say that he wants to “map out our Fort;” says its “for the curators.” I was naturally suspicious; because, seriously, the boss ain’t gone for more than what… an hour or two before this guy shows up? But Patroklos convinces me that there is no harm that could come of this; that the Boss would even be happy to have it mapped out…

Seriously the last time I am taking his advice for anything

So, I am giving him vague answers because, to be honest, half this stuff around here I don’t know what they are for, nor do I much care. It ain’t the forge, my room, mess hall, or HQ room. I don’t go in it. But this guy gave me the heebee geebees you know? But, it got really weird when those damn dogs started growling and barking at us. At first, I thought it was just me, ’cause they are always picking a fight with me. But this time it was the guy they were growling at. He pulled out raw meat and said he was feeding the dogs his “lunch”…

For real dude?

So then I was kind of creeped out and even more leery then he started asking about how many people we had, and what each of these buildings where designed for.. we had a small verbal altercation. which ended with me telling him to leave. as soon as he made it out the gate he turned on me and pulled out a scroll from his bag. started chant, it sounded creepily familiar… so I did what any good upstanding citizen in my mind would do.. I shot the scroll.

Bwahahah you should have seen his face it was hilarious he was so mad! But then he dropped his face! like it just melted away showing a Orc underneath! I have seen some things in my life but that took the cake there man…. Anyways so he started chanting again, at this point I’m getting mad, you know. So, I pistol whipped him right in the face, but the damn thing was expecting it; just moved a inch in time…

Avoiding the blow.

Then he scrambled to get away from me and he casted protectively watching my every move dancing with me till the asshole went invisible! He, like, just freaking disappeared! Now I was fucking pissed, so I may have thrown a bomb at where he was standing…

Because, why the fuck not?

But the fucker expected it again… I tried to follow him, but I couldn’t see him. But I’d be damned if I didn’t try. I even took the damn bear with me! We found the body of the actual guy sent to map the area. So, I brought him back to the Fort and waited for Boss man to get back.

Ves

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The Whispers of C'thun
Diary of Dr. Grigori Strand

My personal research has brought me to learn of C’thulhu’s herald, a monstrosity named C’thun. C’thun likes to whisper to us when we are vulnerable. In my case, when I am sleeping. The whispers of my madness now has a name. I can’t get his whispers out of my head at night. They never stop probing my subconscious. They never stop pushing me to the brink. I don’t know how much longer I can contain it. Maybe I shouldn’t try.

Death is close.


Death is the one constant in this world. We hardly think of it until it comes near. Then we become obsessed with trying to prevent it. We watch what we eat, we watch where we go. Death is always around the corner.


You are already dead.


In the end of all things, we are all dead men. Everything that has ever lived is dead. Everything that is alive is going to die. Why fight it? Death is natural. The harder we fight nature, the harder it fights back.


Your courage will fail.


Some say courage is a virtue. I say it is a curse. I haven’t known any fear as far as I can remember. It has helped me be who I am. However, fear also guides us away from danger. I walk a dangerous path.


Your friends will abandon you.


I don’t have any friends that I know of. Even if I had them, if they knew who or what I really was, they would without a doubt abandon me. Am I truly alone in this world?


You will die.


Will it be Ivan that enforces the law when he finds out? Will it be Ichabod catching me in the act? Will it be a stray bullet from Ves? Will it be Avery’s bear sniffing me out? Or will a victim get the best of me?


You are weak.


Weakness is subliminal. Could be anything. Am I weak because I choose to prey on women? Am I weak because I am physically vulnerable? Am I weak because I don’t experience emotions like I should?


You’re heart will explode.


Emotionally? Physically? What am I to do?


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