Theo Spencer,
45th Day, Season of Death,
873rd Year of Balkor’s Betrayal
I thought things were weird back on Earth, but stuff around here has grown even stranger than I could have imagined. Just when I think that the plot hasn't unfolded enough, another layer is revealed for to peel back. Here I sit, in my manor, looking over the people who helped build Broken Tusk into sothing greater and marveling at their resolve.
The latest layer of the onion we revealed was a long-forgotten king nad Leon. He was trapped in so hell dinsion, and I may have accidentally released him into the world. That's fine. It's not the first ti I've unleashed so horrors on this planet, but this one's different. I don't think he stayed in the mortal realm. I don't think he's in the heavens either. But that leads to the question: Where the hell did he go, and what is he doing?
Well, that's not the only thing that has happened in town since the last ti I penned one of these entries. Things around here are very busy. My greatest fears never ca to pass, though. The nations didn't turn against us when the end of the world was announced. Maybe it was the gas we are planning to undertake, or maybe I misjudged them. But everyone took it well. The people in this world don't view the end the sa way I did back on Earth, and perhaps that's a good thing. I still can't tell.
Anyway, we've done a lot to improve the town, but the progress we're making now is slower than ever. With all the basic needs of the locals t, it's hard to find things to work on. That's what led to the idea for the arena. What better way to get the world's mind off current events than to create a grand arena? I'm reminded of the Romans back on Earth, but I'll leave my thoughts on that out of this. I'd rather not be compared to those emperors. With magic throughout the entire world, things like basic needs are much easier to et.
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So far as the heavens go, I believe I have the approval of enough gods to bring the Southlands with us, and perhaps even more than that, considering how much my power has grown. I was trapped in that hell dinsion for 30 years. More so, I'm told, during those years, ti fell away for , and I did little more than increase my willpower.
Perhaps now I don't even need the approval of the gods. My aura is strong enough that they can't eavesdrop on my conversations, and I'm certain I could block interdiction events from them if I try hard enough. Under the influence of one of my aura enhancent potions, there might be nothing outside of my reach. That leads to the question: Do I abuse this power or still play within the rules, even if those rules are stupid?
I’ll decide on that later.
For now, I’m happy that everything has lined up for the events to co. We’re going to have so interesting gas here in Broken Tusk. I don’t know exactly what they are, but we’ll have so fun. People from all over the world are going to co, although I doubt the entire world’s population will be here.
I only have two things dangling that need to be snipped. Leon, and Balkor’s remnants. Yeah, Balkor left behind about a thousand pieces of himself here on the mortal plane. It’s ssing up the local energy and we really need a fix for it. Fenian has a plan, but I don’t care for heading to Slagrot and pilfering their volcano. You know what ogres don’t like? People stealing crap from their volcanos.
Honestly, my wrist hurts. I can’t even rember why I started writing these, but I get so pleasure out of it. Not like “yay, we’re going to the park” but close enough. While I’m looking forward to the next leg of this adventure, I’m not sure what to expect. Perhaps when I find Leon, I’ll have so answers to that question. If we’re lucky, all those questions will co with answers. But only ti will tell, huh?
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