May 11, 2019
DEADHUNTERS - T4rk
Hello Hunters!
I am the one that fool refers to as the Voice, my real name has little importance for I am here to accomplish much greater deeds than introducing my humble self. I have been inhabiting the bizarre mind of this “Guildmaster” for quite some time and I came to understand he uses this magical notebook as a means of communication. Unfortunately, I have proven to be inept at deciphering his messages, for in my thousands of years of existence I have never encountered a handwriting as disgusting and idiotic as his.
Alas, enough with the idle banter and let me tell you why I have decided to take control of this being and use him to communicate with you, his only audience that seems to actually care for what he says. You must have heard of the Dead Plague that has been tormenting the lands, however plagues of all kinds have happened before this one and will most likely happen after this one as well. The real crux of the matter lies not within the Plague itself but the forces that were great enough to summon a curse of this magnitude upon the world! Whatever power lies behind this spell that spans entire countries must be stopped. Meanwhile the “all knowing” guild master, that jack of no trades, who fails to even realize this is not a plague but a spell refuses to listen to my commands…
You must understand that the sooner we find the power behind this spell the better our chances of survival will be. I fear this is merely the beginning…
My time of free reign is limited as the mind of this person is quite unique, as if there were several of him and yet only a few at the same time. I cannot yet comprehend his true self so for now I will limit my control to not arouse his suspicion. Remember to help him find those I choose, for they are beings that will help us overcome the hurdles that are yet to come!
Fortunately, I made great progress with my research into this voice, I now believe it must be the spirit of a delusional librarian, as it never hesitates to exclaim how many languages it speaks or how bad my handwriting is. I never really understood how somebody could find languages interesting or be proud of their handwriting, I’ve always considered myself a man of action rather than words.
Speaking of action, I recently had the pleasure of meeting a quite formidable young man who also happened to become a fellow guild member of yours. His name is Tok Beolo and the moment I saw him I felt like I was seeing my young self, back in the day. On that rainy evening I was standing atop a beast I’ve just slain, the taste of victory was fresh in my mouth and I felt like I was ready to take on another horde of those things. While I was gazing at my enemies I felt the fear creep up their spines and they soon turned tails and ran far-far away. This is how I managed to chase away some stray dogs that wanted to grab a bite of the chicken wings I just stole, when I was out playing in the slums one day, during my youthful days.
Anyways, this new member of yours is quite the scoundrel himself, I can tell just by the feeling he gave me. Also, he is exactly like me: a man of few words. He didn’t say much just that despite how he looks he used to work as an assassin until he got into some problems of the mind. A difficulty I can truly understand! I believe he is a perfect candidate for the Guild of Deadhunters and according to him as long as he gets to bash some heads either dead or living he will be satisfied.
Finally, there are some notes from your caring Master Zela, with words of advice regarding a truly despicable foe, so try to read the whole thing. There are also some recordings of sword swinging practice, you should all try to achieve the same results with your slashes as well!
That’s it for now, maybe by next time we will have one more member in the guild, I don’t know why but I strongly feel that this will actually happen…
I am the one that fool refers to as the Voice, my real name has little importance for I am here to accomplish much greater deeds than introducing my humble self. I have been inhabiting the bizarre mind of this “Guildmaster” for quite some time and I came to understand he uses this magical notebook as a means of communication. Unfortunately, I have proven to be inept at deciphering his messages, for in my thousands of years of existence I have never encountered a handwriting as disgusting and idiotic as his.
Alas, enough with the idle banter and let me tell you why I have decided to take control of this being and use him to communicate with you, his only audience that seems to actually care for what he says. You must have heard of the Dead Plague that has been tormenting the lands, however plagues of all kinds have happened before this one and will most likely happen after this one as well. The real crux of the matter lies not within the Plague itself but the forces that were great enough to summon a curse of this magnitude upon the world! Whatever power lies behind this spell that spans entire countries must be stopped. Meanwhile the “all knowing” guild master, that jack of no trades, who fails to even realize this is not a plague but a spell refuses to listen to my commands…
You must understand that the sooner we find the power behind this spell the better our chances of survival will be. I fear this is merely the beginning…
My time of free reign is limited as the mind of this person is quite unique, as if there were several of him and yet only a few at the same time. I cannot yet comprehend his true self so for now I will limit my control to not arouse his suspicion. Remember to help him find those I choose, for they are beings that will help us overcome the hurdles that are yet to come!
Hello Hunters!
The annoying voice still refuses to stop its rambling but I think I’m starting to slowly adapt to it, just recently it stopped for a couple of minutes, as if it was focusing on something else. I wonder what that archaic librarian must be doing… probably reading or citing poems to himself. Fortunately, I made great progress with my research into this voice, I now believe it must be the spirit of a delusional librarian, as it never hesitates to exclaim how many languages it speaks or how bad my handwriting is. I never really understood how somebody could find languages interesting or be proud of their handwriting, I’ve always considered myself a man of action rather than words.
Speaking of action, I recently had the pleasure of meeting a quite formidable young man who also happened to become a fellow guild member of yours. His name is Tok Beolo and the moment I saw him I felt like I was seeing my young self, back in the day. On that rainy evening I was standing atop a beast I’ve just slain, the taste of victory was fresh in my mouth and I felt like I was ready to take on another horde of those things. While I was gazing at my enemies I felt the fear creep up their spines and they soon turned tails and ran far-far away. This is how I managed to chase away some stray dogs that wanted to grab a bite of the chicken wings I just stole, when I was out playing in the slums one day, during my youthful days.
Anyways, this new member of yours is quite the scoundrel himself, I can tell just by the feeling he gave me. Also, he is exactly like me: a man of few words. He didn’t say much just that despite how he looks he used to work as an assassin until he got into some problems of the mind. A difficulty I can truly understand! I believe he is a perfect candidate for the Guild of Deadhunters and according to him as long as he gets to bash some heads either dead or living he will be satisfied.
Finally, there are some notes from your caring Master Zela, with words of advice regarding a truly despicable foe, so try to read the whole thing. There are also some recordings of sword swinging practice, you should all try to achieve the same results with your slashes as well!
That’s it for now, maybe by next time we will have one more member in the guild, I don’t know why but I strongly feel that this will actually happen…
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