Journal: Arch Dalmund
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Entry 1: 5/30/08: Nothing interesting happened today.
First off, it's ARK, dammit. Not Archibold or Arch.
I suppose I should write who I am. You know my name. I have three siblings. The oldest is Jallus, who I've idolized since he went off to join the British Army and got stationed in Malton. I heard my parents saying he's gone MIA or something. Then there's me and Pencus, the twins. I'm a kind've quiet type, and apparentally my vocabulary's pretty good. Pencus is the opposite. He learned every cuss in the book by age 10, and loved to be mean to the last kid, Camilla. She's my only sister, and I guess I'm a bit overprotective.
Well, we came here all the way from London on a family trip. We visited the island of Shartak, though the civil war's still going strong.
We weren't here long before the hurricane hit. Pencus and Cam both went missing, and I still haven't heard from either. I hope that Pencus didn't hurt her...
Well, then the storm stopped, and I opened the window.
BAM. I see a car go flying through the air, crushing several men against a wall. People are fighting everywhere. Suddenly, a Demon (Void Walker, I think. I want to find him) rips through the wall, tearing the room down. I grabbed a broken pipe and swung, but he knocked it away. Right then me dad comes in, holding a big old fire axe. He hits the demon twice before it obliderates him, but I got away.
The next few... days? Weeks? Who knows. The next few... Whatevers, I can't remember. I heard about the RRF somewhere- A group safe from demons and angels, where humans can be humans. Next thing I know, I'm in Ridleybank.
So where are the RRF?
...
I'll write more later.
Entry 2: 5/31/08: Visited Necropolis. Killed a mortal. Nearly a myrmidon.
Well, I left Ridleytown in sadness, realizing that the RRF were gone. Eventually, I passed the Fortress of Raggitude (Why is it called that?) in the Wrench. I barely noticed it before I hid for the night in an apartment building.
When I woke up, this female lich with three zombies stood inside the building, behind the door, which was closed and locked. Banging sounds came from outside. For two days, the two of us held off a couple pariahs that were attacking. She did most of the work- I finished one off, I think. In the end, she was killed, but I got away.
After wandering for a few more days, at one point staying in the Fortress, I got killed. Bollocks for me, eh? When my soul returned to a new body, I found myself in a dusty plain, outside of a city. Running through the streets, I ran into a house. Painful, but then I noticed the sign.
'STRONGHOLD FOR THE RRF'.
They'd been in NIFLEHEIM. Why not in Ridleytown?
Entry 3: 6/01/08: Visited Necropolis again. Nearly a myrmidon. Starting to like Nifleheim, all in all.
I'm still not too comfortable with killing. Can you really blame me? It feels wrong to take a life. That doesn't mean I can't, or won't.
Entry 4: 6/02/08: MYRMIDON.
I've become more powerful, yet remain human. It feels good.
Entry 5: 6/07/08: Got hit by Demon Pirates. I always did support the Ninjas...
Necropolis isn't quite as safe now. As I was wandering, I found a new group in the area- The Pirates of Ry'lin or something. They were demons! In a foolish attempt, I attacked one, only to have another, stronger pariah, awake and fighting mad, come right around the corner with claws out.
I tasted delicious, I suppose. Ow. Lucky I can run.
It's hard to write straight. I'll keep away from Necropolis for awhile, or at least go there early or late in the day.
Entry 6: 6/13/08: Looked around and found no one in Necropolis. I'm going to seek better fighting.
Seriously, what's up with the Deathfarmers? They stand around all day begging to be killed. What for? What does their death bring to them? Maybe prolonged exposure to the void helps with something.
Entry 7: 6/26/08: Repetitive dying. A LOT.
The RRF have been under seige for quite awhile. At one point, we were forcibly removed from our home and slaughtered. I've grown stronger, after getting chased out of Necropolis a lot. I need a new hunting ground, or less of the Magi Anonymous.
Sigh... Well, back to the war.
Oh yeah, I've learned how to focus my attacks. Perhaps it's not worth the waste of time for getting it, but it's still damn cool to crush people with it.
Entry 8: 7/1/08: RRF Stronghold smashed.
When I died, I respawned in Valhalla. Once again I have returned to St. Germaine, and its just as bad as before. I think I'll head for Ridleybank.
Entry 9: 7/15/08: The RRF are letting me down, or vice versa.
Either way, I'm starting to feel like I don't belong in Nifleheim. I am not growing fast enough- Perhaps I should return to Saint Germaine. But how?
Entry 10: 7/27/08: Raids?
I'd noticed the announcements for them, but never bothered looking into them. Now that I'm actually kind of strong, I could be a relevent factor in it. Just need to figure out my GMT...
Entry 11: 8/05/08: Raids.
I managed to get into a raid.
It was a place in Stygia, and I hid nearby until the attack. It was pretty confusing. I attacked a Dark Oppressor, but before I really did much, their hellhounds tore me apart. In the end, the RRF won.
I'm going to do this more often.
Entry 12: 9/19/08: Left the RRF.
Yep. I left the RRF. Only because I had to, understand. I was dead weight, just another target for the enemy to hit.
I need to get stronger, faster. That's why I'm here, squatting under a root cellar in some school in St. Germaine.
Yeah. This plan's gone real well so far. I've been chased for three blocks by an Infernal Behemoth, accidently went to Paradise for a bit, and finally made it to here. I doubt I'll last the night, honestly.
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