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The Monster Within -- The journal of Azymandeus Faustus.

Unread post by kitteninablender » Fri May 10, 2019 12:10 pm

What is a monster?

Are monsters mythical amalgamations of Teeth, claws, and Shadow which lurk beneath our children's beds? Ready to drag them under the moment their parents are out of sight, or their beloved teddy bear is just out of reach?

The truth is..."Monster" is subjective.

"Monster" is open to interpretation.

And oftentimes when one needs to see the worst Monster that they have ever known...they need only look into a mirror.

We are all monsters.

And I would know better than most.

I am Azymandeus Faustus. Thayan Conjurer, and Assistant Professor of Interplanar Anomolies and Thaumaturgy at the Thayan Academy of Binding and Shaping.

At least...that is what I will tell everyone, I suppose.

The Truth that these ink-stained pages contain, however, will spell out a gruesome...but also glorious truth.

I am a Monster.

But I am also a man.

A man who has made mistakes. A man who has regrets. A man who has committed unspeakable atrocities.

I have gazed into the deepest, darkest regions of the most remote and obscure Planes.

I have beholden Horrors that no normal, Sane man would ever hope to see.

But I am many things.

"Sane" and "Normal" are, quite frankly, not among them.

I have delved deep. Far too deep, some might even say. I seek one thing, and one thing only:

To find a monster more hideous...than the one I see in the mirror.

To find some proof that, just perhaps...I am NOT the worst there is.

Proof, perhaps, that in all of the deepest, nastiest, cruelest regions of the planes...

...there exists a Monster I might loathe more than I loathe myself...

I have not found it. Not yet. But I am a very patient man.

After all...what else have I to do but plot and scheme..

..for I am THAYAN!! And NONE scheme greater than WE!!
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Unread post by kitteninablender » Mon May 13, 2019 11:11 pm

Today was rather quite interesting.

A man I met just outside of the Friendly Arms introduced himself as ((REDACTED)). The man was a follower of Bhaal, the God of Murder. The fact he informed me of thus quite openly was a testament either to the man's foolishness...or his bravery. I am betting upon the former. One can hope it is the latter.


"You're on o' them Red Wizards, then? Then Tharrans?" the man queried.

"Thayan.." I corrected.

We spoke for some time about how he had been, in his mind, called to this region by his God to bring his touch upon the masses here. We spoke of many things. He spoke of his fascination with the Planes, the Hells, though he'd never seen another plane himself.

So I did what any Professor of Interplanar Studies would do...I showed him. I opened up a minor, minor "Window" to the Iron City of Dis, upon the Nine Hells, and showed him the smoldering streets.

He then turned to me and asked me, plainly:
"Thayan...what if I wished to gaze Death itself in the eye? Can you open a portal to the Realm of the Dead?"

"No." I stated plainly. "Myrkul forbids it. Otherwise any who could cross planes could merely retrieve their loved ones in the Fugue. But if you wish to meet Death I can introduce you to one of His Oldest, Closest Friends..."

And with that I called forth, through my Thaumaturgy, a creature known as a ((REDACTED FOR SECURITY MEASURES)). This creature, whom I knew only as "Entropy", appeared forthwith and spoke at length to ((REDACTED FOR SECURITY MEASURES)). They spoke of LIfe, and Death, and of the Cosmos, and at great length Entropy spoke of the wild nature of his home plane of ((REDACTED FOR SECURITY MEASURES)).

{{REDACTED]] thanked me, at length, for the education that I had given him upon other plane of existence.

Today I, Azymandeus Faustus of the Thayan Enclave, may have in fact performed the impossible.

A Red Wizard may have, in fact, actually made a friend...
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Unread post by kitteninablender » Wed May 15, 2019 7:12 pm

Met a few other Red Wizards today. Nice blokes.

REDACTED FOR SECURITY in particular was quite nice.

I'll have to monitor them closely, of course. They are Red Wizards after all.

Keep your friends close. Keep your enemies even closer. But keep friends who may BECOME enemies closest of them all...
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Unread post by kitteninablender » Fri May 17, 2019 11:06 am

Had quite the interesting experience by the campfire today.

My first would-be Assassin.

I do not know the bloke's name, but he was clearly of Rashemi origin. One look at my robes and the bloke saw fit to draw his daggers, charging me like a deranged lunatic.

Sufficed to say...it did not end well for him.

To add insult to injury I took from around his neck a Rashemi artifact of some power, an Ancestral Relic known as a Hialaryeen.

While a powerful and rather nice magic item...I felt like filth merely for holding it. So I did what any sane person would do: I gave it away.

REDACTED FOR SECURITY was reluctant to accept my "gift", as he should have been. But the gift did serve a purpose: If it was cursed in any capacity...it's now not my problem.

Allow Filth to keep Filth. The artifact will go with REDACTED FOR SECURITY quite nicely...
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Unread post by kitteninablender » Fri May 17, 2019 12:33 pm

I was approached today by a Drow, of all people, in the city of REDACTED FOR SECURITY.

The Drow introduced himself as REDACTED FOR SECURITY, and informed me that his house was seeking to further the negotiations started by REDACTED FOR SECURITY.

Though I did not know much of the dealings that REDACTED FOR SECURITY had with them, I knew that this could potentially be beneficial to my research.

I am loathe to make arrangements with such creatures. But while I may despise them...their coin spends as good as any other.

And, to be honest, of all the organizations that I've interacted with in this region the Drow are most like us. Which, of course, means they are absolutely not to be trusted.

The Enemy of my Enemy is NOT my Friend. They are merely less of an Enemy at present.

This could bode well for the Enclave, I think. I merely have to play my cards right, and extremely close to the chest.

Fortunately for me, as a Mathematician, I happen to know that card games can be beaten. You simply have to know the numbers.
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Unread post by kitteninablender » Fri May 17, 2019 5:21 pm

It is rather a moment of Epiphany when one realizes the depths of their own monstrosity.

The Rashemi who attacked me the other day had drawn something out of me that I hadn't shown in a while. My own Sadism.

When I transformed into the Iron Golem and slammed the Assassin's head into the ground I could have stopped there. I could have simply ended it. He was defeated. He was beaten.

But I put my massive, two-ton Boot upon his forehead and offered him the chance to beg for mercy.

When he did not...I crushed his head like a grape underneath my Heel.

Underneath my Heel. Where all Rashemi truly belong.

I felt liberated. Justified. Filth wiped away from my boot like excrement. A fitting end for one such as he.

The Khazark would be proud.
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Unread post by kitteninablender » Fri May 17, 2019 5:22 pm

It is rather a moment of Epiphany when one realizes the depths of their own monstrosity.

The Rashemi who attacked me the other day had drawn something out of me that I hadn't shown in a while. My own Sadism.

When I transformed into the Iron Golem and slammed the Assassin's head into the ground I could have stopped there. I could have simply ended it. He was defeated. He was beaten.

But I put my massive, two-ton Boot upon his forehead and offered him the chance to beg for mercy.

When he did not...I crushed his head like a grape underneath my Heel.

Underneath my Heel. Where all Rashemi truly belong.

I felt liberated. Justified. Filth wiped away from my boot like excrement. A fitting end for one such as he.

The Khazark would be proud.
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Unread post by kitteninablender » Sun May 19, 2019 2:49 pm

Today I made the acquaintance of several Dwarves, members of REDACTED FOR SECURITY.

Their Leader, the Elder, challenged me to a spell duel in the Arena which, I am sorry to say, i was quickly defeated. Not due to a lack of skill, or power. The man simply launched a fiery burst the likes of which I was not prepared to evade. I shall learn better next time: It is never a bad thing to be Fireproof. At ANY point.

But I digress: I showed the Dwarves of REDACTED FOR SECURITY around the Enclave...the public places, anyways...we we did much business.

Two of them, REDACTED FOR SECURITY spoke of their dissatisfaction with the current administrator of their Clan, whom they felt was far too idle of late and lacked the ambition for the growth of their clan.

REDACTED FOR SECURITY hinted at the option of the potential arrangement of an alliance. I would not be entirely opposed to this. Though they are Dwarves, they are Dwarves who have cast aside the stubborn traditions of old and seek to explore new Horizons. Something I, as a Traveler of the Planes, am far too keen on providing.

This could be quite lucrative. The Khazark shall be most pleased.
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