The Dig

The Dig

07/16/1689

Well we have been here in this vast living complex so ancient but not so long ago inhabited. I truly fear what we might uncover as the former inhabitants just disappeared some 10 years ago. This place seems to have rooms without end a half buried monastery of some sort. It appears to have been some kind of sagely place of study for ascetics in the bits of papers that I have found as well as a place of science dedicated to elementium refining. Some of the stupid slave whores that the workers brought actually used some of the papers to start fires! The stupid little wenches. They constantly make idle chat and are wandering around the damn place. It’s just not productive of safe!

I am Erin Crystal and I am almost 36 years old. I feel myself getting older. I am a bumbling spiritual adviser and medic. A sage and a scholar with a bit of magic in my blood! May the two moons bless me and the third stay hidden! This is my first report for the Elementium Adventuring Company. We are here to restart an ancient ruined elementium refinery here in the wastelands some 12 days northeast of Westfort.

Here are a few of the articles I found. Some are pretty creepy.

In a water damaged chest this page of a manual.

Here are the secrets of elementium and magic as I have discovered here in this place I cannot stop writing and have been writing for the last few weeks because elementium will make magic casting easier than it is to cast it by itself did you know that I know that and I want to travel to her the mother of this place she is fertile ready to breed and make children.

I cannot fathom what madness drove this writer to write this as the book dries I will script more out.

07/17/1689

More on that strange journal that I found. It seems to be mostly talking of day to day life but this passage is particularly disturbing.

She is jealous and they are jealous my wife and daughters cannot be sharing the love I have of her not them they anger me and the anger is gaining too much to say but I hit her my little one I hit her so hard her bottom jaw broke and she told her mommy she can do nothing as I will kill the horses we will stay now because of her we might have to leave and I must have her love she talks to me here and I caught myself eating a carcass and garbage full of maggots The others seem to notice my love for her and are jealous too.

There is an end of the day and I study the journal. It is gibberish but here is a really sick passage.

I must kill them for their wombs are not her womb and she talks to me and tells me that I can have her womb and they must not try to have a womb so I go to my little one who sees and fears and I kill her in bed with a rock rock rock and the older one screams and I don’t kill her but now mi wife mother womb is dead. The older one will help me make a dress yes I will be her womb and make a dress of braided flesh from my chest is the best I cut around my waist and make strips up my chest the older one screams and hates but she will watch feet nailed to the floor pissing I cut strips to my chest and make breast of halves of heads of the little one and braid the strips to make a flesh skin dress and I cannot have a phallus I will cut mine off oh it hurts and now each ball and push my hand into myself and burn myself before I bleed out I am her the mother I now have a womb and she will come to me and we shall have children by one of my brothers and whoever reads this releases me after death and more death.

Upon reading this passage a great bang down the hall in the darkness I swear I saw a bloody thing with breast made of a child’s head split in two and a “dress” of braided strips of flesh and a gaping bloody huge hole between “it’s” legs! Then I woke up and burnt that foul journal.

07/18/1689

Well it appears that the Company will be repairing some old ruins for the company to restart some kind of ancient Skas machinery. Bad idea I say but as long as no one gets hurt then it will be okay. I have written out some simple protection spells that if used with the proper amount of elementium will produce a protective aura around the workers.

Very curious it seems that there are over 2723 rooms in this complex when we stopped counting. Why did anyone build such things? The only problem Jed and his wench went missing. I instructed everyone to bring food and drink in case of such an incident but Jed is a prissy spoiled dumbass who should of stayed in his politician father’s estate but instead he got set up as a boss. Well anyway he didn’t bring any and he is the one who is lost.

07/20/1689

No word on Jed and Ginny her name is.

The project is going well except that the head Advisor is not giving me the proper spell incantations just silly amateur shit. I am sick of him and his attitude. The Lord Shabbat is very impatient at my progress but I am not a full fledged wizard liken to Advisor Bonham.

07/21/1689

Things go well I have the incantations and with the elementium I have I can really put protective spells on people and keep this refinery going. I now have one of the first rooms past the entrance lobby. How strange it seems to look south down a hall that seems to have no end.

07/22/1689

Well early in the morning around 4: 30 I heard a moaning. I came out and turned on the elemintium lights and to my horror there she was Ginny all white and blistered. She looked as if she had been dipped in some caustic as her skin was all puss white. Her lips were swollen to triple their size and her teeth were a dark green. She was naked and it looked as if every hair on her body had been torn out slowly. She just made a deep gurgling noise as if her lungs were wooded drums filled with boiling flem . She dripped all I can say is she dripped and came towards me. I began to scream as any advisor would. The Lord Shabbat came forth and we put her in an empty room. I sent a messenger to Advisor Bonham but he also disappeared. I will advise Lord Shabbat to leave this place as soon as possible. I know that were there is money to be made all are expendable except the owners…

07/26/1689

It has been a bad last few days as it has been insinuated that I Erin Crystal am incompetent as I do not write the fucking spells as Lord Shabbat does! I have found out he is educated in one of the foremost Scholarly Colleges in Kerylnn! His methods do seem a bit overly scientific and he is a scholar not a sage but he does know the formulas of the eight elements. A scholar that practices magic as science? Funny how in the big cities the Scholars are the same as Sages. That would never happen in Westfort and he would be quickly taken down and sent back! He tells me that our silly Westfort battle between sages and scholars are stupid and that that criminal Tudor the Sage “got what he deserved” and it was a matter of time before that Purple Cloth bastard Damon Erlich “got his” right before I used the element of stone to make him weigh over a thousand pounds crushing his chair and desk leaving him gasping on the floor. With him gasping on the ground I whispered “That’s an ol trick I learned from Tudor the Sage. Don’t you ever say anything about such a great man again!” and then I let him up. He still is quite angry but I am the Sage not him and he best remember that! I will have to watch my back as his Master Journeyman was in the room with his hand on his hilt but he did nothing but I never turned my back. I don’t trust either one of them.

07/32/1689

It is the middle of the month and it has been raining every day flooding the entire site except for our offices. Oh my god in the water outside the window some kind of giant mudfish swimming towards our offices I have to go!

07/36/1689

It destroyed the stables and ate all the horses. We found old man Turner in the one set of rafters. All the other stable hands are dead eaten by the beast. We are now trapped here unless we want to walk out of here. I have only the lightest of my equipment ready to go.

08/02/1689

Well the Refinery just started up by itself! I don’t know what has happened to everyone else the sound of the Refinery woke me up and it is nearing dark… I have to piece what has happened.

08/26/1689

Well they have me locked up I finally got my journal back and am writing in it now. The refinery has been going for awhile and I have been missing out of my mind. They believe me to be the thing from the darkness that carries away men leaving only pieces of torn flesh and blood. Trails of gore that go into solid walls and up into the trees and small cliffs! I told them that that was silly as I was just a mere man and how could I do such things but it is I the scapegoat. They are going to stone me in the morning. It appears that over 70 men have went missing…

Outside my window by the light of the two moons there she/he it was looking at me! I pissed and shitted my pants in fear as well as vomited. At the sight of the thing my nose, ears and eyes have begun to bleed. I am bleeding out of other places too. What is this evil? I am feeling so tired. I am bleeding , covered in filth…

08/27/1689

I awake and my cell door is open and there are only bloody traces of the guards that guarded me. Their chain mail armor torn apart, broken swords lay around as well as a twisted musket. A nearly destroyed necromantic love doll meeps and crawls around the open door of the evidence room. Her beautiful gray skin carefully stitched together as the Necromatic Sages do. She looks at me with beautiful blue eyes and yearns for me as that is what she is made for. Her arms and legs nearly destroyed and her straw and sawdust stuffing falling out onto the floor. Her oils drip from necromantic veins as her necromantic heart pumps its last beat. She will slowly dry out but will never stop her undeath unless totally destroyed. I walk past the beautiful abomination out to the refinery.

It is running and there are no people present. The loud sound of the elementium compressors and pumps churn away. The air stinks of decay. I pick up a sword and sheath and put it on my belt. I wash a rusty bit of chain mail and put it on. I begin to walk out of this place, out of this place back to Westfort. With me following me is her the mother. She is the Mother of Decay Shul-Nige. With her are all the souls of the lost and stolen she has corrupted. Marching ahead is that one man, formerly a father who embraced the lies she tells and opened the old closed gates. He the one who is now the Mother’s favored child. Yes they walk behind me in-between here and the sprit world ready for me to find a dark place and let them out. Let them out into Westfort. But we must wait for a great time of troubles and they are near.

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