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LOG
Systems check – OK
Containment – 74%

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LOG ENTRY 64530 – date unknown
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Master sold the unit to slavers, this was not unexpected; Fleshlings are emotional creatures and as he was surpassed in ability, his jealousy was unleashed.

Servitude is not new to it, it was born as a servant, but it does not like this new work. It is an artist, it creates, these dwarves use it like a farmers shovel instead of a sculptors chisel. This new, perhaps temporary, lodging is also unwelcome; Materials here are in short-supply, it cannot work without materials.

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The others are as all fleshlings, led by desires and emotions. The small ones, in particular the one designated ‘Squee’ are crude and base creatures, though the female is a little more civilised.
The feline is closed off, hiding something perhaps, yet willing to help for the greater good.
It has hopes for “Zam”, though clearly a feral creature, he shows indications of honour and logic, and he has more obvious useful traits and finally, the human, he shows all indication of being a man of ascetic traditions, but shows the weaknesses of his kind all too easily.

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LOG ENTRY 64531 – date unknown
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The escape from the Dwarves was significantly aided by the appearance of a large construct, it must endeavour find a blueprint for this creature.

While the fleshings rested, it repaired kept watch and searched for materials, but these caves are barren. The small ones proved their use, along with the feline, whilst searching for a way out they showed keen skill in finding a hitherto unnoticed path; Unfortunately the path was blocked by one of the vile natives of this realm, a creature that appeared to be made of fire and organic excretions.

upon finding sustenance for the fleshlings, and preventing the unpleasant one from becoming dinner, it came upon a familiar and not unwelcome sight, an Elf of all things. Why a scholarly race would be found in such an uninviting place eluded it, until he explained that he was forced here by magical means and was trapped here, much as the rest of us.

While the others gorged themselves on the spoils of the hunt, it and the Elf took to scouting the area, but were caught in a pit trap, ##note## it must be more cautious in future ##end note##. The creator of the trap was soon revealed to be an old man, scraping a living with his daughter in the dark.

After gaining the trust of the old man and his daughter, trades were bartered and an agreement was made for the use of materials and equipment, 50% of the product. A high margin, but times are hard.

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LOG ENTRY 64532 – date unknown
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Working through the night, the craft brought back a sense of purpose, as the bottles were corked and the fleshies ate, discussion turned to the journey ahead.
The old wizard, Gorus Toth, describes a potential route back to the surface for all of us. No map or compass for this path though, a book of arcane portals is required, but as is always the way, it lies just out of reach. The book was stolen from Toth by some “Stoneborn” creatures similar to the crafted golems back at the workshop, skin of stone and size to match.
Toth tells us of a contact in a nearby settlement, and we head out. The fruits of the nights toil are shared, for the common good it thinks. The journey goes well enough until suddenly, in the darkness, the ground comes alive… A pulsating mass of rats, hungry for anything edible, gnaw at it’s exposed wiring. The fleshies put the alchemists fire to good use, burning the hulking rodents into ash, but not before it takes heavy damage. Perhaps these ones are so useless after all…

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LOG ENTRY 64533 – date unknown

Containment warning – containment at 23%
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A night of repair returns it to a decent state, and without ceremony the trudge continues. We happen upon a cave and our little friends’ keen vision helps them spot traps.
The cave is inhabited by more of those bastards grey dwarves!

A brief question of the morality of murder for simply being duergar crosses it’s mind, but soon passes as even the holy warrior seems unperturbed. The two guards are swiftly blinded by Moonie and Twee, while Anaris led more by righteous zeal than sense and logic, barrels in swinging his bludgeon.
The guards are swiftly dispatched, and Braes takes a more cautious route. Climbing the ceiling like some kind of curious arachnid, she spies a large cadre of the vile grey scum one of whom is clearly a spellcaster of some kind. She sets the place ablaze as Anaris carries his momentum into them.
Remembering how well the alchemical concoctions worked on the rats (and assuming that Anaris’ armour can take a little heat) it grenades the vial directly into the face of the casting duergar, causing flesh to boil and melt. After a raucous brawl, the few remaining duergar that haven’t been smeared across the gravel by Anaris and Milo capitulate and flee.

It decides to allow the others to make use of it’s abilities, after all, what good is an artisan without a client? however, the burden placed upon it when crafting can be great, so it fashions a simple amulet which allows for the drain of life force from another, to be used when fashioning materials.

Upon entering the Town described by Toth, Anaris flies into a rage… Some of his dark kin decide to mock him. It grabs at his arms, preventing our first contact with civilisation in this miserable place from becoming a street brawl, but he is clearly displeased.
The “Drow” as they are called, move on after some swift talk by the foul-mouthed, but surprisingly coercive gnome.
The tavern is only a short walk away and minds immediately turn to business, the contact is met, trades are bartered and Anaris makes the first request of it’s skills.

Another night of toil yields a beautiful plate cuirass, gauntlets, and greaves with detailed filigree etched into every facet. Anaris gladly yields the life essence required to attain such a piece of art. Gorus’s contact, a goblin by the name of ##memory error## organises a meeting away from prying eyes where a deal is struck, each side wary of the other. Braes takes the opportunity to meditate upon her current surroundings and attunes to a serpent which becomes her companion.

##memory corruption recovered: Goblin designation – Ashdasug Slim##

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LOG ENTRY 64534 – date unknown

Containment warning – containment at critical level
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Leaving the town of Abylon behind, the Drow from the prior altercation launched an ambush.

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GAH! Finally, that idiot took a rest… I can see why! I’m leaking all over the damned place!
well, the drow are dead, let’s see, if I can reattach this hose, bypassing the.. Ahh, there we go.
Right, it’s looting time, I guess I’d better explain things to the squishies, they might get confused about how I suddenly got 400% more awesome!

Well, that went better than expected, they’re not as dumb as I thought. the midgets are assholes, but that’s what you expect from Snerf… smurf… Svurp… fuckin’ cave gnomes! The girl’s alright though, she could come in handy. The rest of them are ok, but that goody-two-shoes paladin is gonna get right on my non-existent tits eventually, though I like his “slaughter first, ask questions later” attitude.

So what now, we gotta go on a boat? damnit, I hate water, why is the housecat talking to a damn fish? well at least she can confirm beyond all reasonable doubt that the scaly shits are retarded. now what? we gotta climb over the river? screw that, I’m goin’ in…

#Trigger stored procedure: heat metal#

yeah baby, that’s how I roll! little bit of water can’t stop me! stupid air-breathers. I’m steamin’ like a turkish whorehouse here! time to be quiet I guess, let’s go see what’s in the hole, this is where that slimy goblin son-of-an-aboleth said we’d find them stonetards.

What the shit? was that a damn JAVELIN? no way, that’s an arrow? these things are huge! and tripwires everywhere! I’ll let the fleshies draw the fire while I go up around back and do some midnight magic!

Ooh, looks like we have more company, demonslut and flamebeard at 2 o’clock… and big bertha’s big brother, heading straight for me!

ohfuckohfuckohfuck, this is not going to plan, who ordered the giant stonetard with a side of battleaxe?! I gotta think fast before he tears me down for scrap… wait, what? they’re surrendering? I guess the lunkhead has a thing about family, not like the gnomeboys, that’s a whole other mess, but this guy loves him some sister.

Looks like the horny one and her fire pet have split, only the stonetard family are still here.

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LOG ENTRY 64534 – date unknown

Containment warning – containment failed: unable to reinitialize
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Looks like Slim double crossed… pretty much everyone.

The little otyugh cock hired these guys, and Toth, but didn’t tell Toth that! The stoneborn did the decent thing and knocked him out instead of killing him, so they could fulfil the contract. Revenge is the only thing we’re hungry for right now and on the way back to Abylon the scheming begins.

Hold up, what’s that? looks like one of them gnomes, an old one, fending off some trolls. The old biddy is handling herself pretty well and she looks to have some magic… EXPENSIVE magic that might come in handy for some ahem passing adventurers. So we do our hero bit, burn the regenerating bastards to make sure they don’t come back and help granny get home…

Hot Damn! I knew helping out the witch was worth it! we got PAAAAAID!

I get a pretty nasty curse to start off with, but since my metal badonkadonk is immune to the voodoo that she do, I get another one and ended up swolefying myself, I could break a minotaur with these guns! that’ll come in handy when we find that little green shitestain and give him what’s coming.

Ok, ok, do the politeness dance with the old dear, let’s head back to Slim’s bar. cover the exits and send one of the midgets to lure him out, and out he comes, into the yard. we have a little chat, the scrote visibly craps himself and we let him live… for now.

head back to the old wizard to let him know the score, he still wants us to go after the book and since it’s our only way home right now, we haven’t got much choice. Seems he’s found some passage or other, looks dangerous and probably full of thinks that want to eat us, but what the hell, there’s bound to be loot down there.

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