I don’t even know where to start…
The last time I wrote I was on a boat, we had killed the planet and were being deployed (or evacuated) to a place we hadn’t infested with demons from another plane.
I had also been suffering withdrawal symptoms, and dealing with mistrust from the group.
We travelled for a while, I guess moving between planets takes some time so I was able to make good progress in “how to raise friends and influence people”. I’ve read the first few chapters of the book now, and have even pinpointed my motivations and origins, Dr William Baldassare is a genius. He has a lot of brilliant concepts and even though some parts of the book are a little boring and technical his psychology of the necromancer was brilliant. I love how he doesn’t put people in boxes; he makes sure that you feel included in the group. Dr Baldassare is a renowned genius, who suffered abject racism, his strange looks had him barred from all healers and clerics in town as they thought him evil, he had been a famous psychotherapist until one night he was attacked in the street, his brains could not defend him against the robber who stabbed his wife. His wife had bled out as there was no doctor around to save her, unable to go to a cleric she was forsaken. Madness followed misery, and he turned to other ways to cure his grief. Dr Baldassare started by resurrecting animals, and then minions. The first few minions he raised were mindless, heartless and soulless – he couldn’t figure out how to give them character for the longest time. He didn’t want to attempt to raise his widow until he had mastered the art. It took him 15 years to learn how to summon her, but the work made him weak. By this point he was getting old, he had Tuberculosis and only had a short life expectancy. He started to drink blood to regain some life. He hired some adventurers to kill a dragon and bring him flasks of blood “for an experiment”. Upon drinking that he noticed that he felt stronger than he ever had in his life and he felt decades younger. By then he had found the ritual to become a lich and he tamed that dragon as his intelligent pet. He also brought his wife back as his lifetime companion, much to her surprise. They live side by side as the most romantic love story ever written, an immortal love. He has however signed a vow that if either of them were to die for good they are to be salted and burned to never rise again. There was a funny anecdote where she did that but he wasn’t actually dead for good and he walked into the house a month later and she almost killed him again…
We travelled to a palace planet, where the whole planet was a palace, three bodies of earth with one palace and 2 cities dedicated to the emperor.
I was able to sneak away from the group (proving my trustworthiness of course) and meet with the embassy for the undead nation. They were amazing, they had glasses of blood. I must have had around 4 glasses and it felt so good! It’s okay though, because I just needed to refocus my head, not really to be addicted again.
I met with a vampire called Vlad and we talked through what it would be to become a full blooded vampire, he was willing to do the ritual with me, however I was worried about the health benefits. If I am to work for the government I will be required to go out during the daytime, thus it appears that I should copy that necromancer man we met before and get myself a ring of darkness. I was able to commission one to be made, but I don’t have the funds yet to pay for it, so I must endeavour to get as much gold as I can at any opportunity. I’d also need to have a companion, someone to let me feed morally, but since I know it weakens the individual I need to save more gold again to get her protected from becoming weak and dying.
My other concern is of war and treason. I work for the army, I’m not sure I can become enthralled to someone of a different nation without committing treason to my own. I don’t care about my job, or my country, but I do care about starting a war and possibly getting assassinated.
I left the embassy and returned to my party who had signed up for a different mission to stop some cultists. That Drake guy has gone all power hungry and demands to be recognised for any endeavours of the team, he commands us all for some reason and signs us up for strange tasks. In some ways it’s okay, almost easier to not have to deal with things too much, in other ways it could be nice to have more recognition (especially if I don’t want to get killed later for possible treason!) Although I guess the gold we get on these missions is useful.
We had to go to this place where the city had become overrun, overnight by angry cultists capturing and killing thousands of innocent people. We helped the police that were there to quell the cultists by taking down their leader, but it wasn’t easy. He had some weird controlling item to brainwash the masses and he tried it on us as well. I was okay because all I could focus on was the blood, there were rivers of it.
We went to a tower and shot the cultist guy while two of our party tried to keep us alive by killing people who tried to come up the tower. I got a couple of shots at the guy, but mostly I think I was distracted, all I could think of was getting down there later.
The cultist guy started summoning things from the same “other” place that we accidently unleashed before, but we were able to stop them. Once he was subdued the people all started to look really confused. I felt really sorry for them all, many had lost relatives and friends in their brainwashed state, and many more had been killed during the fight. We had to step over quite a few people. Houses had been looted and people were feeling pretty rubbish in themselves. I don’t think they remembered the activities they carried out whilst brainwashed, which I guess is a small mercy.
I was able to take advantage of the distractions to steal a couple of flasks of blood from the rivers. It’s not perfectly moral, but it’s better than hurting anybody.
We stayed behind for a while afterwords cleaning up the cultists mess and helping the police to regain order.
Having relapsed, and having noticed how easily distracted I can get by blood I have decided to partake in guarding my comrades by sneaking garlic into their food. They are so suspicious though, they look at me differently. They probably think I’m trying to poison them.