Comments on self
After a few days working and collecting resources, finding people discretely and collecting information about them, finally it seems that everything is going well and is beginning to reap some results. With the help of Mallos found a strange skull, something very interesting that will be saved for future studies. Also had a low-key job of feeding a young knator, a quite difficult task because if the creature getting too hungry can turn even against the hand that feeds it.
~ Day: 279 Year: 11 ~
~ Day: 281 Year: 11 ~
Another few more days of hard work, he was able to find some powerful creatures to help him in his task, Ungod helped him to recruit a Soulweaver, later he hired a Blood Pact Archer. Ninrodel, the queen of itens was walking around when he saw her loads of itens, after some negotiation, he was able to purchase a mask.
His 1st mask is *anger*, something interesting, as in the next days he started to be stalked by his old enemy, still hidden in the shadows, disguised, unindentified, maybe this mask alone will not be enought for the task, Faceless think_I need more masks, and tools to complete my task...
~ Day: 285 Year: 11 ~
Some time mining inside Golemus and he was able to find several valuable minerals, includind a diamond and gold, so he goes back to Loreroot after some lumber, loads of lumber, bought some wiija and started to produce diferent ingredients in the spare time...
~ Day: 287 Year: 11 ~
~ Day: 288 Year: 11 ~
~ Day: 291 Year: 11 ~
With alot of work and help, Faceless finally completed one of his main tasks, found the rare creature Shmsh!
Madness?
Faceless, the faceless man, not that he does not have a face, of course; but he always keeps it covered with a mask... Is he shy? Impossible! This would be an exaggeration; Deformed? Who knows ... Trying to hide his true identity? Perhaps...
It seems to me that he is in truth obsessed with his face, who has been in his house saw no mirrors anywhere, sometimes he gets a face doodling on paper, and when he distracts and thinks no one is watching him put the design on his unmasked face; other times he is fingering a strange faceless statue he bought in an antique shop...
Anyway it seems that recently he had the idea of using a angry mask and a pumpkin and create his own hallowen mask to use this year...
But everything has its price and the right time to do it, there may be no time for this at all, it is certain that his work and recent research led him to buy a trip to Necrovion, after all what better place for a weird man who seems to have some disorder like prosopagnosia to do a obscure research...
Lashtal a subject also quite mysterious is his guide during the trip to Necrovion, they go through many dark places, weird, strange places, that seem to actually be a twisted mirror or a negative plan of elsewhere; for the first time in many years, Faceless feel at home, his appearance does not matter, in fact not even his presence is noticed...
So at any given time they come to a place called House of the Tainted Times and step into the dark library, he is so fascinated and think:
"Finally, here may I find what I seek so much!"
...For days with poor light, sitting in a dark corner he is reading, studying those old books, suddenly starts to rain, the temperature cools increasingly, some leaks begin to form and the water begins to pool on the floor, lightning cut the sky followed by loud thunder, he notes the roof and reflections that the lightning are within the library, note that by the local state these books should have already decayed many years ago, but are intact, just dusty and...covered in spiderwebs...how he had not noticed this before??
He was so excited about reading and researching he had not seen spiderwebs scattered everywhere, suddenly something rubs his leg and walks inside his pants, a chill runs through his spine and between jumps and screams he can get rid of the creature, with his heart pounding he looks with the help of a flash of the last lightning.... was just a mouse...
He seeks to calm down and sit in a corner, but just in a large puddle of water, the storm is passing and his vision will muddying, then he can not see anything right, then now is the darkness that frightens him, he tries to grope something but it seems that the shelves of books are gone from his reach, again something rubs his leg, he just think that is the mouse again, yet he refrains from trying to find out what is in the midst of darkness, sitting in the corner he try to rises slowly as the creature slowly climb his body, then the feeling is unbearable, much as he avoids thinking it can not be a mouse, a rat after all has only 4 legs and it certainly possessed at least twice...
Sweat ran down his face, chills the spine at every step of the creature rising through his body, then suddenly a lightning, the storm that seemed to have calmed down gave his last sign, then with a brightness that was formed for a brief moment he observed what was already climbing at belly height: a huge tarantula, in a superhuman effort he hits the spider and runs through the dark corridors of the library...
He suddenly stumbles on something on the ground, the roots of some plants seem to break the floor and try to curl up at his feet, he desperately tries to get rid of those living roots while crawling back, then he hears footsteps coming his way... A frightening voice echoed through the corridors and call for him, then after a moment the figure shrouded in black cloth approaches and touches the shoulder and says:
"Faceless what happened? You scared with something? For days you are locked inside the House of the Tainted Times Dark Hall for your research... Then he finally recognizes Lashtal the guide who brought him inside Necrovion, then he realizes that there were not so many spiderwebs, the only spider that he was able to observe in a spiderweb was so small it did not scare a fly, nor was raining, there were no waterpuddles on the floor, or roots or plants breaking through the floor, was he going crazy? Madness or was it just a nightmare?
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Lintara: Oh my, there must be a choral of clocks ticking all the time.
dst: the wristwatches are too small so I don't hear them
dst: and one of the clocks is elctronic so no tic tac
Lintara: Ah well!
Faceless Noob: I have a crazy clock at home, no matter how you arrange, it is always late, tick ... tock ...
Ungod: one of my grandmas had a wallclock, which was quite beautiful, and always late
Ungod: there are these clocks that disrespect time
Ungod: and, since time is a human being creation, just as the watch...
Ungod: being's creation*
Ungod: erm...yeah...clocks
Ungod: it's like our creations fight against us, no?
Ungod: by fighting eachother
Ungod: clocks against time, time against clocks
Ungod: us against time...i think sometimes we need to forget about it
Faceless Noob: I had never thought about it more seriously, but really, the clock insist on staying late is a form of protest ...
Ungod: indeed
Ungod: or a reminder
Ungod: to give it more attention...or less
Ungod: when soemthing goes wrong, do you try to fix it or do you give up?
Faceless Noob: I imagine that the trend is always trying to fix, but then around the issue, fix from the view point of who?
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Dark Demon: I'm not going to be nasty. Will you, Faceless?
Faceless Noob: I think this will be fair
Faceless Noob: who 1st?
Dark Demon: Very well then, you go first.
lashtal: Whenever you are ready, you can go.
: [Spell] A mirror appear Face yourself the darkest fear Dark Demon (mirror-ritual)
: [Spell] Lost in the maze of your own mind ~ Faceless Noob (movelock)
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