Lewis and Erasmus, <916 GUE Sartorius Photo (A) / (B) Sartorius Photo (A) / (B) / (C) / (D) / (E) Sartorius Photo (A) / (B) Sartorius finds a host, 925 (A) / (B) Magical Injection, 925 (A) / (B) Baptism of Alexandria, 926 (A) / (B) / (C) / (D) The Sacrifice (A) / (B) / (C) / (D) / (E) 949 GUE: Sartorius in sarcophagi (A) / (B) Sartorius implores the pilgrim (A) / (B) The Four vs. Lucien #1 (A) / (B) / (C) Tempting the pilgrim with poision (A) / (B) The Four vs. Lucien #2 (A) / (B) / (C) The Ceremony (lose game) (A) / (B) / (C) The Ceremony defeated (A) / (B) / (C) GUE Tech degree Antharia University degree Galepath University notice of expulsion |
Dearest
Mr. Sartorius,
Although
we understand your need to pursue a meaningful curriculum, we strongly
object
to being called “fat flatfooted brogmoids.”
Therefore
I must inform you that, in the name of the Moss League of Colleges, you
are
hereby expelled.
Have
a nice day.
Dr.
Belzork Anthrax
My
Son;
I
now lie on my
deathbed. I leave so much work undone. I sense I am close to the truth,
yet the
quintessence still eludes me. Follow the new school of alchemy. There
are
rumors of an ancient underground temple; a shrine which has the power
to create
the philosopher’s stone. It was created by an engineer of Duncanthrax
named C.
Agrippa, but his work disappeared. You must find it.
-Your
Loving Father
Dear Father,
I have investigated all the texts
I can and
researched extensively your disease. There is no known treatment. It
begins
with a simple lethargy, sometimes a small rash. It is a quiet disease.
It makes
no noise coming in and no noise going out.
Sartorius
Dear Father,
You must live with it. Accept the
life that
you have and accept the death that will come–for all of us—someday.
Perhaps you
would like to be included in my experimental work. If I am successful,
you will
be cured of every ailment you have ever suffered—there are certain
risks of
course.
Sartorius
Malveaux finally wrote the following reply to Sartorius (923-08-05):
Dear good doctor,
I find myself getting weaker and I find
I
have strange fevers which leave me sweating profusely. At nights, I
burn as if
on fire. I thought I would be ready for death. I have spent my life
preparing
for the afterlife. But in my heart I am not prepared. I am ready to do
experiments, risky as they may be. My mind is open.
Yours truly,
F. Malveaux
Horrible
fire last night. A miscast GONDAR spell only made things worse. Maybe I
should
leave the magic to the magicians. Most of father’s notebooks caught in
the
blaze. Currently piecing together what little I can. One fragment:
Temple
of the Ancients
-- deep in the Eastlands and now supposedly inaccessible to all except
the alchemical
initiates.
I
do not know why the secret order did not remain at the temple forever.
Maybe
the mystical aura of the place simply became too intense for daily
life.
Malveaux’s book on revelation is bringing people back to the fire-cult
by the
thousands, but I suspect there is more to the man than he lets on. The
notion
of fire-worship is close enough to the alchemical tenets of respect for
the
elements to make me suspicious. I was right to contact him. His reply
was
guarded, but he will open up should I pursue him further.
The
brochure goes on, but says little more of importance. The connections
at least
have become more clear. From Malveaux and the fire-worshippers of
today, there
is a direct line of succession back to Agrippa, Locksmoore, and perhaps
through
them even back to the ancient knowledge of Yoruk himself. I must go
there, and
learn the truth for myself.
It
is ironic that modern thaumaturges and enchanters try to claim Ozmar as
one of
their own. They quote that one sentence of his [“a great union will be
formed
between magic and science, and the final mysterious will be solved”]
until they
are blue in the face, yet they ignore the rest of his words. How clear
that he
was one of us! Read:
What
most of us have
failed to realize is that there are indeed two paths to the truth, two
differing roads with the same identical goal. The path of magic is hazy
and
unclear. Even the most brilliant minds have failed to penetrate it.
Magic
elicits amazing effects from trivial causes. It makes something out of
nothing,
and no one can comprehend how! The path of the Alchemical Sciences lies
along
different steps, and makes different claims. This science offers a
clear-cut
path to purity, through the transmutation of the six baser metals into
their
pure and virgin state. Magic would attempt this task by reliance on the
invisible, on the supernatural. Science offers a different approach,
through
the four visible elements of earth, air, water, and fire.
It
is true of course
that the Quintessence, the Fifth Element, remains undiscovered. Not
until this
elusive element is found can the process begin that will result in the
creation
of the Philosopher's Stone. It is possible that the Alchemical Science
alone is
not sufficient to this task, but it is also true that magic itself has
already
failed. Perhaps the two together would provide the necessary wisdom.
One day,
perhaps, a great union will be formed between magic and science, and
the final
mysteries will be solved.
Dear
Dr. Sartorius,
I
believe I have
stumbled onto a place of power and magic. I believe it was built by
Agrippa, an
engineer of the time of Duncanthrax who built the great underground
highway. It
appears that Agrippa shut off this temple, using it for his own rituals
which I
believe may have involved alchemy. I found the map of this place in the
secret
catacombs below this monastery. We must meet there.
Malveaux
Thank
you doctor.
You are truly a misunderstood genius. For the first time in many months
I have
hope of a life without pain. Knowing our need for further apprentices,
I spoke
to Madame Sophia of the Frigid River Branch Conservatory. I believe she
is the
perfect person to assist us in our quest.
Francois
Dear Sophia,
Dr.
Sartorius is a
brilliant man. This experiment will be the biggest breakthrough since
the
beginning of Zork. If you are still interested, make your way to the
Temple of
Agrippa. But—take great care, and do not speak of it. There are those
who
misunderstand Alchemy—those who would kill for our secrets, in their
search for
gold.
Father
Malveaux
In response, in an undated letter, Sophia wrote to Malveaux:
You are right. Dr.
Sartorius is a brilliant man. He is strange and he has that annoying
laugh, but
nonetheless I think his medical studies may be very valuable. Please
send me
any alchemical materials or notes that you have obtained.
Dear
Erasmus,
I
cannot sleep – the
weight of invention pressed upon me. I believe, Doctor, that we have
discovered
a science – a philosophy – that will relieve of us of the binds of
mortality
and of our bodies. It is a science that will surely transform the world
– Yoruk
will praise this Great Work!
Francois
Despite Malveaux’s jubilation, Dr. Sartorius did not
share the same enthusiasm. It seems from the countenance of the
following journal entry, dated 924-04-07, that the Doctor may have
originally sought to fulfill his alchemical pursuits as a loner. His
doubt and distrust of the other two seems to be hinted at.
I am
frustrated. I
have devoted my career to completing my father’s quest, but I now
realize that
one man cannot find the alchemical secret alone. Each element requires
absolute
mastery. Each metal requires its own Adept. I must enlist others in my
search;
but I must take care. Alchemy draws vain fools, in search of common
gold, and I
must seek out only my more enlightened brothers.
Dear
Father,
I am
encouraged by
your zeal in finding the quintessence. I do not mean to be discouraging
but
alchemists, including my father, have searched for ages for the
philosopher’s
stone, the elixir of life with little success. I have come to see that
the
quintessence cannot be created by one person. There are four elements
we must
master, and four metals we must purify. Much as we have found each
other, we
must search out two others who have the will and courage to take on
this study.
S.
General
Kaine was engaged in a war against both Ellron and the Enchanters'
Guild. He refused to give up his ambitions, but was uncertain how to
achieve ultimate power. He found his answer that same year, when his
lover Sophia introduced him to Malveaux and Sartorius. Kaine was
skeptical at first, as can been seen in the following letter
(924-11-20):
Sophia,
Dr.
Sartorius is a strange but fascinating man. I agree he has ideas what
while
almost fanatical, could be the final solution. As you know I am not
prone to
dabbling into strange, self-indulgent philosophies or womanish New Age
experiments—but there is something to the man, of that there can be no
doubt.
And still I wonder—might the Doctor’s way be the only way of securing
power in
this perpetually unstable world? I could have great use for him—and his
philosopher’s stone—in my campaign against the Enchanters. I cannot
hold them
back much longer.
Say
nothing—I will write you of this further.
Kaine.
I
am pleased that you have joined us in our quest for the meaning of all
life. In
answer to your inquiry, the process of distillation of alchemy is
essential to
its success. All alchemical processes must involve the presence of
earth, air,
water and fire which are used to distill the essence of the metal or
substance.
This is important. The order of the processes, the colors that result
are part
of the mystery revealed through experimentation.
The
quintessence can only be obtained
through blood. Pure blood. This person must be pure of heart, pure of
spirit,
conceived in purity, conceived when the sun and moon are aligned as one.
I
have found the perfect specimen. On the day of the solar eclipse we
will be
ready. Kaine has volunteered to assist in the conception.
Sartorius
in surgical garb puttered, setting up his equipment while Malveaux
looked on. Although Sartorius claimed that Kaine had volunteered to
assist in the conception, it does not appear that he was able to attend.
Zoe
weakly protested, grieved and convicted, “Please, I can’t. It’s…a sin.
It’s
wrong.”
Malveaux
was comforting. “Never. Your child will be conceived in purity.”
“How…?”
“Miraculously.
Divinely. And the child? Her destiny will be great.”
Zoe
began to clam as Malveaux’s words worked their soothing magic.
“Yes,”
he continued. “And your name will be blessed, for bringing this child
to the
Great Empire.”
Sartorius
turned towards the table, holding a syringe, prepared for the
artificial
insemination. Malveaux, barely able to repress a wince, spoke softly to
her,
“It’s time.”
Zoe
saw what was coming, but her trust in Malveaux was strong. Summoning up
her
courage, she laid down. Sartorius stepped forward with the nasty
syringe.
“Relax,
dear,” Sartorius spoke calmly and prepared for his injection into her
belly.
Dr.
Sartorius
It has
been called
to our attention that you have been practicing unorthodox and
unauthorized
magic. As you know, it is in violation of Magic Code #6547 for a
non-guild
member to engage in any magical practice. Cease and Desist or we will
file for
Fudgunctive Relief.
-The
Enchanters
Guild
Dear
Malveaux,
As
we discussed, I will bring her to you one week after birth, with a
nurse who
will raise her through her early years. In this way her education in
purity and
religion will be insured. Do not underestimate the importance of your
task. Her
spiritual progress and the purification of her soul is essential to the
process. She will be a gift to all mankind.
Dr.
Sartorius
Zoe
Wolfe lay on her side in a fetal position,
gazing with pure love at her newborn infant, who was on the bed in the
tiny
circle of space between her mother’s bent knees and arms. It was a
lovely
moment of bonding. Sartorius had a pair of bloody forceps in his hands.
Both he
and Sophia, in doctor’s garb, looked exhausted, but were really
gratified, for
they had obviously assisted in the birth. Kaine and Malveaux were
visitors/well-wishers.
“This
is the Genesis moment.” The pumped up
Sartorius made a giddy laugh. “Now I know how God felt.”
Sophia
laughed. She teased him, but with less of an
edge than usual. They had bonded through birthing this baby.
“Who’d
have dreamed Sartorius—the great man of
science—would get so excited over…” she finished dryly, “…a little
bitty
wrinkly baby.”
“Baby?
That’s not a baby. That’s a formula. The key
to unlocking the most hidden knowledge in the universe.”
The
four alchemists, dressed in their
priestly gear, surrounded a stone basin in a semi-circle. Malveaux held
the
baby Alexandria, who was wrapped in a silver cloth, in the air above
the basin.
Malveaux rose the wrapped infant into the beam of light coming down
from above.
He whispered a line from a magical text and tossed a small bit of
powder into
the bowl. The flames briefly flared up. He then lowered the baby into
the flame
for a second.
In
turn, each of them spoke a line from the following demonic chant:
“Endless fire which passeth through all
things.
Cleanse soul through flame.
Protect the innocent and perfect the healing
stone.
Let this spirit be washed and whitened by the
Philosophic Fire.
The
fifth essence is the Quintessence: the elixir of life, the
philosopher’s stone.
Alchemist fools through the centuries have looked at metals, vapors and
gases.
And Love! What rot! It is none of this, it is blood—this much my father
knew.
The blood, the essence of innocence. But where does this blood exist?
How does
one distill its purity? I am surrounded by blood every day, the spilt
blood of
suffering. Yet the answers elude me. I am a disappointment. (929-10-20)
Every
day I get closer to the truth. The others all want the elixir, each for
his own
mundane, personal reasons. I, on the other hand want the elixir for its
pure
knowledge, as I search for the final spiritual truth. Truth and
answers. I
think of my father’s works. One day soon I will possess the secret of
eternal
life; the Quintessence. I will have perfect knowledge, knowledge enough
to halt
the growing evil that threatens us. This is powerful magic, and there
is a
powerful resistance; but we must not let it stop our work. (929-11-20)
To
Whom It May Concern:
It
is my most sincere wish to make known to all public people through-out
the
Empire that Doctor Sartorius, the kind and generous Doctor, has done a
deed so
thoughtful, so helpful, that words cannot describe the things I am
trying to
say at this time.
My son was so sick, he could not
talk, or read
or do anything intelligent or smart like usual. We were in money
problems (as
we are poor), and could not find a person for helping us. Doctor
Sartorius said
he would fix my son with no money. Not only did he fix my son, he gave
him some
jobs to work at the Laboratory, and my son spends all his time there
now.
Doctor Sartorius is the greatest
kind of
man I have known. His things he learns about health have saved my son.
I am
forever in his debt.
Sincerely,
Agba Skimlipt
Dr.
I am writing concerning an uncomfortable matter. My son, Lucien, has
been
behaving strangely. It appears he is infatuated with Alexandria and
nothing I
say or do can deter him. He is close to fanatical about the
subject—spends days
in a room painting her image over and over. He is obsessed. We have
never had
any such behavior in the Kaine family and I am unclear how to handle
him. If
his mother were still alive, she would know how to handle matters of
the heart.
As for myself, I have no solution. Please I ask for your help and
recommendations.
I
conducted a careful examination of Lucien and have found that he is a
deeply
troubled man who most likely should be institutionalized and subject to
my
ecstatic-shock therapy. The sooner you bring him, the more likely we
will be
able to stop his deviant obsessions.
Sartorius.
By
the way, thank you for your generous donation. Finally I meet someone
from the
community who understands true brilliance.
Dear
Kaine,
I
have long dwelt on the power of air, but not considered it as a source
of
Purification. At such velocities as your blueprints describe, I feel
sure it
would tear impurities from even the very core of evil. I am certain
none but
the purest metal could withstand it. Destruction of purity. A perfect
solution.
Still, I have some misgivings.
Before Air,
your plans suggest the simultaneous combination of forces of Fire,
Water and
Earth. This must necessarily be an explosive combination, but not an
impossible
problem. I have long experimented with injection unmolding for limb
replacement. As long as the mold is inserted into the case holding
before
applying heat, my experiments have been successful.
Sartorius
Dear
Sophia,
I
have had some success supersaturating liquids in the generation of
large
crystals. It appears small crystals are ideal seeds for growth. I feel
this combinations
of water and earth, heated with fire and burning with air, will provide
fertile
new avenues for our venture.
Sartorius
Sophia,
Your
concerns about the purity of my crystal generation is well-founded. I
think I
have the solution. It involves the dissolving of white calcium bromide,
which
has the added benefit of settling my acid indigestion while I am in the
lab.
Sartorius
Sartorius-
I
have recently come into possession of a most unusual relic, a mirror
know among
Zorkastrians as the Implementor’s Eye. Like an ancient seerstone, it
alters the
words of the faithful to illuminate hidden truths. Hopefully, it will
expedite
my attempts to refine the alchemical essence of Iron. Perhaps Yoruk
takes pity
on this old, sickly monk, and sends help at last.
-Malveaux
Malveaux,
I
am familiar with the old school of alchemy although not much remains on
it.
They believed that pure love was the 5th element and only
the pure
of heart could evil distill it. My father and I have refuted that
naïve, albeit
charming, philosophy. Read this-
S.
The
Bishop stood between the others who occupied three of the four chairs.
He took
a letter from the copious sleeve of his robe and laid it on the table.
“Our
worst fears have come true,” Malveaux stated. “They’ve asked me to
marry them.
They intend to leave.”
There
was an exchange of alarmed looks from the others.
“No,
she cannot leave,” Sartorius protested, “absolutely not.”
Sophia
had angry concern. “Leave? What are you talking about?”
Kaine
directed his words to her, “Don’t act so surprised. It’s all taking
place under
your roof. You can’t pretend you didn’t know about it.”
She
spoke through gritted teeth, “I tried to guide her, Kaine. I can’t run
her
life. If she wants to spend time with Lucien, let her. But marriage,
Malveaux?
Surely you didn’t encourage them.”
Malveaux
spoke as though he had a dark secret, “But I did.” Despair creased over
his
face even further. Once Kaine had left, Malveaux continued, “I tell you
he’s
watching everything we do. I can sense it. He’s dangerous – and he’ll
do
anything he can to get what he wants. Our only hope of survival is to
give him
our secret.”
Sartorius
was wrathful, “Have you gone mad?!”
“I
don’t want to die,” Malveaux replied, remorseful.
“We
can’t give in to him,” Sophia stated.
Malveaux
shouted back, content, “He’s insane!”
“We
must be strong,” Sophia comforted. “We can’t give in to this, this Nemesis.”
Dr.
Sartorius,
I
understand you are still perfecting the science of the ritual, but we
must act
now; if we do not, the quintessence will slip through our fingers. I
know he
has threatened even you, haunting the asylum. Patience has its place
and so does
action. During the next solar eclipse we must make our move. Our work
must be
completed at the Temple of the Ancients. Write and I will arrange to
meet you
there.
Soon,
Doctor.
Sophia
Madame
Sophia,
I
have much to prepare. I don’t think you understand the intricacies of
this
philosophy. This is not cooking, this is science. This is the true
mystery of
life. Nonetheless, you are right—we cannot wait any longer. We must
take a
risk. Meet me at the Temple of Agrippa. I will summon the others. What
has
begun must take its course. It is our only chance—before we are
destroyed—
Sartorius
We
will meet during the solar eclipse at the Temple of Agrippa.
I
think there is only one solution to this mess. We must expedite the
process. It
cannot wait. The next eclipse will be in three day’s time. This is our
only
chance. Do what you must. It cannot wait.
–S
Ellron
is at my gates, threatening to destroy the little power I have left.
You are
right—we must act now.
Based
on all that, I can see you are in some kind of remission. This is a
devious,
dexterous diseased. It is smarter than we know. But the players are
smarter.
Trust in all we have done, trust in the prima material. Eternal life
will be
ours.
X-ray
results reveal that the disease is beginning to spread again. The time
of the
Great Experiment is nearly upon us. Keep up your hopes.
I
have spoken to Dr. Sartorius, and we are both ready. My fevers are
worse, and
now I constantly burn. I have very little time left, and I am ready to
begin my
leap of faith.
Good
Doctor,
Since
your cure, my son has kept something of his Magic Eye. He still sees
things
that cannot be seen, and for a fortnight he has wept for you day and
night. He
begged me to write you a warning.
There is a great evil
waiting for you. You
will soon be dead, he cries, the Asylum destroyed, your great work
unfinished.
He fears powers have been disturbed, and the innocent will pay. Good
luck,
Doctor. May Yoruk be with you.
—S.J.M.
The
alchemists, dressed in their ceremonial attire, gathered in the dome
room of
the Temple of Agrippa to invoke the Great Eclipse. Sophia restrained
Alexandria, who violently struggled to gain her freedom. Sartorius
forced a
bowl to her lips, steam swirling out of the liquid. She drank and her
eyes
instantly began to droop.
The
four alchemists placed Alexandria upon the altar in the center of the
temple;
an altar which they had personally constructed. She was sitting up, but
only
with the help of Sartorius and Kaine. Sophia made a last brush stroke
through
her dark hair, then set down the brush to take a white veil, which she
placed
over the head of their virgin sacrifice.
Alexandria’s
cloth-covered body was lowered upon the altar. She was sleeping
peacefully. Kaine
held the alchemy book. All gathered around the altar, with their hands
outstretched over her body, except for Malveaux, who raised a
sacrificial
dagger into the air. He began to chant,
“No
generation without corruption.
No
life without death.
The
blackness of putrefaction
Must
precede the whiteness,
As
night precedes day.”
Then
the four alchemists in unison chanted, “Natura, Anima, Spirit of
Perfection.
Purify, Cleanse, Transmute these metals into the Philosopher’s Stone.”
Sophia
closed her eyes, swaying to the sound. The intensity increased.
Sartorius waved
his hands above the altar symbols. The symbols began to spin. The knife
of
Malveaux lifted higher. It hovered for a beat above Alexandria.
Beyond
them, at the top of the stairs leading to the altar, Lucien suddenly
rushed
into the room, crying out, “No!”
But
was too late, for Malveaux drove the dagger into Alexandria, taking the
life of
the young woman. She convulsed. The culmination of their dark ritual
was
finished, and they knew they would soon become immortal creatures.
Just
at the moment when they were becoming empowered, the rage of the
warrior came
to the fore. The chagrinned Lucien, entangled by blind rage ran up to
the altar
and rushed for Malveaux. Easily overtaking the frail monk, he pushed
him
backward. The momentum threw Malveaux back toward the railing that
surrounded
the altar. He fell and was impaled on the shard finial of the banister.
Malveaux
gagged and gasped with the metal piercing entirely through his body.
Sartorius
tried to get away, but quickly spinning around, Lucien picked up a
candle and
flung it at him. Sartorius’ robe caught on fire, engulfing him in
flames. As he
burned, Lucien looked to the altar where Sophia was trying to complete
the
ceremony with Alexandria’s body. He approached her.
In
despair, Sophia muttered with fear, “No, please don’t! No.”
But
Lucien was not sedated. He reached both hands around her neck and
strangled her
beneath her punitive whining, “Noooooo!” Dead, he tossed her to the
floor.
Lucien
looked in anguish at Alexandria, who lay dead with the sacrificial
knife deep
in her chest. Then he looked up across the altar and saw his father
glowering
at him. Yanking the bloody dagger out of Alexandria’s chest, Lucien
turned to
face his father, who contemptuously stood his ground fearlessly placid.
Had
Lucien not been consumed by his terrible bombastic rage, he would have
noticed
that his father was eerily calm. They stared into each other’s eyes,
until Lucien
placed the knife upon his father’s throat for a moment, just as
Thaddeus Kaine
had dared him to do in their previous encounter. But his father did not
wince. He simply lifted his hands in the
air as if in
a state of worship, a martyr pleased to accept his death. And unlike
before,
Lucien stabbed deeply into the throat of his own father and he fell
dead.
Dropping
the knife, Lucien leapt upon the altar, crawling over the lifeless body
of his
beloved Alexandria, and sat over her. His eyes were glued to her and
already
filled with the haunted, hunted look of the Nemesis. He touched her
face, the
lifted up his hands to shield his own as though an invisible entity
were coming
down upon him. And he screamed, “NOOOO!” in a voice that was not his
own, but
hideously demonic—the primal yell of anguished filled the entire temple.
As a result of
the conflict, Lucien, initially a young innocent, was
transformed into the embittered, tortured dark force known as the
Nemesis at the moment he watched all those whom he had trusted plunge a
dagger into his lover’s heart. Though the ceremony was incomplete,
Alexandria’s spirit was dispersed throughout the temple and remained
trapped within.
Four huge glass
sarcophagi beneath the temple dome were created the
moment Lucien murdered the cabal. Because they had been in the midst of
a powerful alchemical ritual, when Lucien plunged the knife into each
of their hearts, their elements (fire, water, earth, air) consumed
them. The Nemesis, realizing that these elements might be important
instruments, ripped their elements essences out of their souls by
unknown magic and placed their souls in the four sarcophagi. Although
Lucien did not know at this time the significance of these substances,
he knew that they were powerful and held the key to some form of
eternal life. He knew they could prove useful in the future. Thus he
kept these elements alive and vibrant, but hidden throughout the temple
where he presumed no one could find them. Lucien was able to keep the
souls of the four alive in their bodies, while maintaining intense
torture for them in an “eternal hell.” Lucien also smashed the four’s
alchemical device and placed the different colored fragments of their
metals in another room of the temple to be studied. Lucien could
implement only two powers—keeping the body of his lover in stasis, and
trapped the souls of the dead cabal in their sarcophagi. Still, he was
unable to find the secret of the Philosopher’s Stone or the Elixir of
Life.
Several entries in Lucien's journal detail his workings with the
alchemists and their elements:
Last day of the Year of the Misuse, I’ve hidden the sources of their powers away from their control. Without them, they are unable to hold back the very elements they used to keep dominion over. (945-12-31)
I
live every day with the reminder of the horror I have inflicted on the
others.
Their crimes were great, and I had to be judge, jury and executioner.
Yet, they
do not succumb to my torture. Sartorius seems the weakest, but even
that
bastard will not break his silence. (undated)
Lucien was
killed by the Second Dungeon in 948. Confined as a spirit within the
Temple of Agrippa, the Nemesis did not
cease to expand his knowledge of alchemy in order to resurrect both
himself and his beloved. He continued to inflict grievous tortures upon
the four.
From
their sarcophagi, they will tell me nothing: I have all but ripped
their
throats out, so that is to be expected. How many threats can you use
upon the
dead? It sickens me to live here, a Daemon trapped in a temple. But I
must
finish their work, and fuel my hate with the power of the Quintessence.
(948-11-06)
Now
that I have stolen the four elements—Earth, Air, Fire, and Water—I have
hidden
them in this unholy temple, where they will never be found. I cannot
risk their
discovery, and have employed a great number of deadly lively
machinations to assure their seclusion. (949-02-22)
Some
small progress. I can now link each of my rotting alchemists with their
respective signs. Malveaux has mastered the element of fire—and has
made a
lucrative career of fire-worship along the way. Sartorius, my mad
Doctor, is
Air—precisely because it is largely this element that fills his pompous
brain.
Kaine must have chosen earth, because his head is filled with sod and
his soul
is consumed with earthly things. And Sophia, mistress of the Frigid
River
Conservatory is water—as befits the cold hag.
I have secreted their alchemical
elements
away in the temple, employing, as security, a complicated series of
machinations—the solutions to which I alone know. They will never be
able to
reclaim their powers, or their secret science. They will never be able
to
surpass the nefarious obstacle of the star field. They will rot;
unavenged IN
HELL…
Still, I find myself spending
endless hours
in the lab, with the shades drawn. My work with air has been
frustrating thus
far. I accept the irrefutable precept; that air has no color. I will
keep
working, alone in the dark until I find the best method of
purification. But
make no doubt I will possess the four elements and then the four
metals. I will
find the Quintessence, and forge the Eclipse. There is no hatred
stronger, no
power greater, than that which will be mine. (undated)
It
is more difficult to forge the four alchemical metals than I first
thought. I
have learned, through a painful process of trial and error, that it is
not safe
to keep the elements in their purified form. The four are not so stupid
as they
look; gaining access to their secret laboratories has been a labored
process. I
will go drag a hot poker down Malveaux’s rotting belly and see if he
cries out
something helpful. (949-05-15)
I
am tired of this game. I ransacked Sartorius’ laboratory today, and
while blood
flowed down the halls, I made little progress in my quest for his tin.
I am as
impatient as that stupid spy who thought any fistful of dirt, any drop
of water
– a spark from his fine Accardian cigar, or a mouthful of his foul
breath –
would constitute an element. I must return to my work with elemental
Air. As I
rise up to my lab and pass the twinkling star field, the blue reminds
me of
blue skies, a more peaceable time. But I can remember little of my life
before
the evil descended. Before my bloody rebirth. (949-08-25)
I
ransacked the Doctor’s Asylum today and while I was letting the blood
flow in
his halls, I found a revealing notebook. Earth, Air, Fire and Water.
Tin, Lead,
Copper and Iron. Four are hidden in the Temple. For are not. If I can
recover
them all, I can summon the Quintessence.
But finally it will be wasted
effort if I
cannot discover the fifth element. I have searched many books—but
philosophers
disagree as to the nature of that element. The strongest power in my
universe
is hatred and wrath. There is nothing that cannot be tortured into
existence,
of that, I am certain. (949-08-25)
Yes, I did a magnificent job with Countess Orlanda’s skin. It went from the skin of a wrinkled hag to the skin of a young child. The fact that she never followed the careful instructions I dictated to her illustrates her own stupidity. I could do the same thing for you. I am currently experimenting on something that could be much more powerful. By the way, I understand you have been experimenting with herbs and natural substances. Could you share some of those with me?