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3 Valien We have finally finished moving out of the college's communal housing into our own private residence. I'm excited about finally having my own laboratory, but I don't know if I'll be able to finish setting it up anytime soon -- Naira has kept me busy arranging and cataloguing all the gifts from our wedding so that she can write thank-you notes. I don't mind terribly, however; it should only take another few days, and I enjoy the time we spend together working on it. Once the laboratory is complete and the new semester begins, we won't see each other nearly as often, so I want to savor these few days while I am able. I did, however, sneak out and pick up the new alembic I've been meaning to acquire. 7 Valien The housework is finally done, and the construction of my laboratory has begun in earnest. All of the equipment should be delivered by the end of the day, and I should be able to resume my research by tomorrow morning. I can barely contain my excitement; if I can prove my theories, the creation and synthesis of artificial blood should significantly increase the quality of medical care for those without access to magical healing. However, my progress will likely be slow at first; Naira seems to have come down with a cold, so the majority of the housework falls to me until she feels better. 22 Valien The doctors and the priests claim they can do nothing. Naira's condition has continued to worsen; she spends most of each day in bed now. The disease is degenerative, but not dissimilar to the marrow corruption we studied in fall of my fifth year; a cure exists, but it is an alchemical solution too unstable to transport long distances either normally or magickally. My skills at alchemy are not as great as my expertise with more refined biological magicks, but they should suffice to synthesize the cure here. I need only acquire the ingredients. The doctors were wrong. She will be fine. She must be fine. 3 Ysaril The potion's base solution was not difficult to make. I have begun creating the element matrix required to hold the active agent in suspension. The calculations consume hour after hour, each pinch of every ingredient measured to the finest possible degree, and I often collapse exhausted in the laboratory at the end of each day. Nothing matters. The cure is everything. 5 Ysaril The matrix is stable. I need only one more ingredient to complete the potion: a rare herb, called Eliawort, which grows only in a small valley near the elven city of Liathyr. It should be an easy trip to their shops to purchase the necessary quantity, but there is no time to waste. I must leave immediately! 12 Ysaril Here at last! The city is larger than I expected, but the people seem friendly enough. I should have what I need shortly, then be on my way back. 13 Ysaril This city is unbelievable! I have spent two whole days here and the shop I need to visit has yet to open. Do these people ever work? I feel I was lucky to purchase a quick meal from a local tavern. Would it be quicker to search the countryside myself? I shall ask a local if there are any guides who might direct me to places where the herb grows. 15 Ysaril Denied, once again! I hired one of these preposterous elf nature-lovers to guide me to find a small quantity of wild Eliwort, but in four hours of searching we found nary a sprig of the elusive plant. I returned to the city just in time to discover that all the herb shops had been open, but had closed again before my return! This is maddening! 18 Ysaril At last! The accursed shop finally opened. In a rage, I stormed about, haranguing the shopkeeper for his laziness. The worthless lackwit overcharged me shamefully for a few sorry ounces of this wretched weed, but it matters not. It will only take me a week to return, and then this ordeal will finally be over. 25 Ysaril The servants met me at the door, eyes downcast, and I already knew. I was too late. She succumbed while I wasted day after day in my accursed quest, chasing shopkeepers in a town full of fools! This is all their fault! Those lazy elves! I will not rest until they meet justice for my wife's death! 4 Alystos My wounds have mostly healed. Though I managed to wound a few guards with my spells, they were able to force me to flee in short order without accomplishing much. One particular puncture to my lung continues to plague me with a cough that will not go away. No matter. I will turn to my previous studies in sanguiphrasty. Surely, I can make myself more resistant to the weapons of pathetic elves. 17 Alystos This magic is new to me. My body aches almost constantly now, but the pure magicks of the blood are not enough. I need a more primal energy for the binding, something which is beyond life or death. I have stolen a tome of the lore of the fomori from the library, but concentrating on it is difficult; the cough plagues me at all hours, and my limbs become weak. I must find a way to eliminate these hindrances. 7 Rozgayn Success -- I have done it. My body is entirely liquid now, unburdened by such weaknesses as bones or flesh, and it bends and flows entirely according to my will. Moreover, any blood near me can become corrupted by my essence, responding to my desires as if it were my own. Let those pitiful fools try their pathetic swords upon me now; once I master these new abilities, I will be truly unstoppable. However, even these new abilities do not suffice; I will need more than merely my own power to destroy an entire city. 11 Rozgayn My research into thanaturgic forces has yielded a particularly helpful result: I have learned how to raise the dead. Not true life, of course, merely a semblance...but they suffice for my purposes. And yet...I think I can achieve something more. 2 Blayhrr I have waited long enough. I have mastered my new abilities and I have an undead army to support me. My knowledge of spellcasting approaches that of an archmagus; I can wreak ten times the devastation I was capable of upon my last assault. Onward, my undead army! It is time for Liathyr to fall!
