Friday, 20 May 2011

Progress and Masks

I have successfully raised the dead! I kind of messed up with the other souls but on the final one I managed it. He's sleeping now and wasn't talking much before he went. He seemed to be deep in thought.

He wouldn't tell me his name. He's in his mid-twenties and has the most peculiar green eyes.

He kept muttering "Kill... Mist..."

But that last statement worries me... I wonder if he's been infected with Toxin in the past? It would have been cleansed from his system when he was dead, but how did he contact him? As a Chosen? Linked? I hope that I'm wrong altogether.


I wrote all that an hour ago. He woke up as I typed it all.

His name is David Morris and he lived in Cardiff, but is originally from somewhere in Kent. He has chosen a name to escape his old identity. Vadiir (VAH-deer).

His mask and a couple of items were Soul-Bound and he summoned then right in front of me. That mask. It will haunt my dreams. It looks like it's been repaired a dozen times and been through a lot of battle. He called it the Smiling Clown Mask but I doubt he was as playful as the name would suggest. Maybe as tragic?

He also summoned a black knife about as long as my forearm. The image is disturbing.

He left not long ago. I asked him where he was going and he replied quite accurately. "Algona, Iowa."

I don't know why he would want to go there. But I could tell that his face would be matching the smirk on his mask as he said it.


  1. Hi there. You can call me the Doctor, it's what I go by on the internet.

    A friend of mine showed me this blog. Just thought I'd tell ya, I knew that guy you brought back. Y'know, before he was dead. See, he was hell-bent on killing me, but he didn't know where I lived so he couldn't.

    Oh, wanna know where I live?

    Algona, Iowa.

    You'd damn well better bring me back to life too, because it looks like my blood's on your hands.

  2. I am so sorry! I didn't realise.

    I saw your comment five minutes ago and ran after him. I think he can Mist Travel.

    I am sorry. I really am. When my Master comes back I'll get him to track down Vadiir!

  3. Hi, I'm a friend of MsSynclair's and Not!Doctor's. When will your Master be back, Ezekiel?

  4. Yeah, 'salright, you couldn't have known.

    He hasn't shown up yet, so I'm alright for the time being. Just hope your master comes back before I get found.

  5. Chosen, by the way. He was a member of the Cardiff Commune's Inner Circle, an Enforcer. Thought I should let you know.

  6. My Master will be back in a few days.

    And he was Chosen!? I think his enemies may not stand much of a chance. I am so sorry...

  7. I figured as much, he told me himself. Repeatedly, in fact. Doesn't help that I couldn't fight my way out of a wet paper bag on a good day. In situations like that I act more like a rabbit than, say, a wolverine. But I can run fast and almost forever when suitably scared for my well-being, and I've never been in a situation that serious. I've got a pretty strong sense of self-preservation, y'see. Let's just hope I can get away.

  8. Yes, he was an old friend of ours. Well, friend more to some of us then others. Funny how these things work themselves out. The Master said he would leave David alone to live his own life, I'm just glad he has a second chance.

    Best of luck to you Doc.