Rulian Sen'rah

A letter from the WATCH started it all...

Hey everybody! Serious question, guys... And this is kind of important. What is the purpose of the WATCH? What is it that we do? Failing a decent answer to that- which honestly I don't have either- what should we be trying to do? I'd like answers to this from everyone, if you'd be so kind; you can give them to me either in the Clan Halls or by Distract. Thanks, guys! -Fish PS: Yes, this is as close to mandatory as anything around here gets.

A response was written, but it started to get to me. Why was this question asked? What is going on behind the scenes? Surely, something is out of balance. As balanced as things on the island get, this was still unsettling. I went into instant-salvage mode. I loaded up Cavrissa and Disrianna with materials to carry out of the WATCH HQ, and take it to the new place of hiding. There are still things in the office, because there is only so much one can carry, but each day I take more. Siwa took it upon herself to help me get away from Kitt after a time.

Amidst my many trips, I was graced with the presence of Horatio once again. He did not come at me masked as a platoon of midgets, but instead, came at me as a group of fanboys, clamoring for stories and autographs. This was a measure of confusion, and ridiculous hilarity. At the same time, boring. Disrianna and Cavrissa started in on them, which was all fine with me. I stood amidst the dropped materials, simply waiting for them to be finished. Much like last time, however, the leader of this group was the Drive, in disguise, revealed only as Disrianna's thorny whip hit him. His disguise faded, to reveal the drive's mechanical exterior.

This, Horatio, is really quite insane. Whoever thought of giving a "mind" to a machine?

As I did last time, I hurled Fel Fire at the machine, melting and damaging its husk. As it burst apart, however, the green energy, known as improbability, soared out of it. Random things around us, stone, leaves, grass, trees, came to life around us, and attacked. I made quick work of a circle on the ground, and summoned up another demon. I had not tried to do this since the last time I dealt with Horatio, so I was merely hoping the weirdly laid out ley lines on the island would connect with the twisting nether properly, to call forth Zig-Garath. Lucky for me, he did emerge, moments before a "glob" of improbability hit the center of my circle. The array shifted, and the energy surged. Out of the circle game hordes of midgets ... and imps.

Trinklin, Wiksillin, and the Wild Imp army under my command emerged, and without a word, began assaulting the midgets. Somewhere amidst the battling mixture of improbability and fel, I lost consciousness. I awoke within the my new hideout, surrounded by my demons. It still needed a lot of work, but, things will be different from now on. Even if I am only being paranoid about the WATCH, my plans shall proceed with much more success. And I must give credit to Trinklin. He commandeered a sliver of Horatio's body, before the rest of it reformed as it had last time.

A while ago, I found myself on this peculiar island. Upon arrival, not only was I devoid of my usual clothing, and unaccompanied by my usual “companions”, but I also found that the voice of Mor’Gorak was no longer whispering his fel tones in my mind.

The previous day, I wandered into Kittania to begin reviewing my newest finds out in the wilds of this island. I had a few herbs and a few random items I found out in the wild and off of creatures I was forced into confrontation with. Miss Siwa was there, and we began to discuss the manner of which I used magic, my alchemical study, and her need for training and instruction. As had been said previously, I offered my services. This time around, however, it would seem such would receive a more immediate response, and so soon, we departed the town known as Kittania, and went to the WATCH Headquarters, where a small lab was allowed me, within a private office. There in the office, I decorated her body with the marks that adorned my own as well.

It took some time, and some continued effort to soothe her skin, due to the burning of its placement. However, after such was done, she led me to her home, where we rested after the days events. – I had sealed off part of her mana’s flow, into a solid and calm state. If she can manage to sync the actions of her daily life with this calm flow, then the training from henceforth should be easy, but it is all on her in the next few days, to see if she can get accustomed to the flow of the magic in this way.

In the morning, I left her home, and headed off on my own endeavors again, leaving her to her own daily routine. I ventured to Improbable Central, took care of a few things there, and on my way to the north of Kittania, I encountered something peculiar.

I encountered a swarm of midgets in the woods, all intent on taking req, and whatever this innet was. I have no clue, they kept saying it though. And if that wasn't enough of ridiculousness, their leader was a six foot tall midget. How does that work? I suppose I shouldn't question it, everything on this island is messed up beyond reasoning. It’s infuriating really, such lack of reason; such lack of order. I felt the same thing then, and I let that frustration out on the midgets.

Green fire enveloped my hands; a force otherwise known simply as chaos or fel fire, and directed it at my foes. Grass charred away, and the stink of Midget flesh burning rose into the sky. More midgets kept coming out of nowhere, charging at me in a seemingly endless stream, which served only to build piles of bodies higher and higher. In the end, however, the six foot tall “midget” began to radiate with a green aura similar to my own fel aura. I peered at him curiously, as that aura rose higher and higher into the air.

I did not know what he was up to, but I decided to not take any chances, and began hurling chaos bolts at him. The aura seemed to function as a shield at first, as those chaos bolts simply ricocheted off, and hurtled off into random directions. I got angry, of course, and began putting more power behind it. As I did so, the tattoos on my body began to glow, and radiate through my clothing. Purple scales began forming over my skin, along my arms at first, which began tearing my robes away as they formed along my legs and waist next. Soon, scaly wings formed from my back, proving to be the last straw in tearing my robes away. As always happened in these cases (one measure of comfort apart from everything else) my body began to glow with an added shadowy aura, empowering my chaos bolts. The “midget” began to lose his visage, changing into that of a large metallic object. It would seem that this Improbability Drive, this Horatio that everyone spoke of, pulled the wool over my eyes.

Within a matter of moments, however, I had reduced the metal object to nothing but a twisted mass of broken, burnt, and melted metal. Thinking myself victorious, I went towards the object, to see if there was anything I could learn from inspecting it. Perhaps there would be some salvageable fragments of it that I could use in study. Once I had drawn nearer however, and odd sound stirred, One I even now cannot identify, but nevertheless, its mass exploded, and I blacked out.