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Claire hears her name mentioned and speaks up, "What do you mean? Who is this Erdathcath you are speaking of? Why in the world are you referring to myself as a personality, I am a real living person standing before you." Turning to Arthur, "Honey, please tell me you have no idea who this Erdathcath is. I really, for the sake of us both, hope she wasn't previously with you. If she was, I may just have to have a word with her."

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"She's...a friend. Not that kind of friend, but a staunch ally and a valiant companion nonetheless. She...made sacrifices for the good of others. Including you." Deciding to skirt around the truth instead of risking upsetting this new, more violent persona, he adds, "You...wouldn't be standing here if it weren't for her."

Yeah, it's time to end this conversation before things take a downward turn. "Let's see what the light has opened up."

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"While we're walking, I wanted to mention: you've gathered quite a bit of Gold using those gloves I lent you. Mind distributing it with the rest of us, like I did for you two after the rat battle?"

Suggested Overkill Distribution:

Erdathcath: keeps 223 gold

Grimwald: gains 178 gold

Arthur: gains 221 gold

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OOC; Alas, I once again will be gone from any internet as of next Wednesday. The faster we can advance and get to the final fight the better, I would like to be able to fight it as much as possible, but however far we are as of Wednesday, I will not be able to participate until Friday or Saturday.

"Sure thing!" Claire distributes the gold earned from the gloves, as previously mentioned.

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QM Note: Then I'll get the library update up quick, so Claire can turn back into Erdathcath! Loot disbirution will be editted onto this post.

With the loot distributed, the party decides to return to the room with the locked door, and find it open. The mural on the wall flinches as the light enters its "eye", its twisting causing the door to churn open. The party ascends the spiral staircase stored inside, escaping from the hellish basement. They force open the locked door from the other side...

...And find themselves in the foyer they were in orginally. They approach the locked door, and key in the password:

F O R E V E R M O R E

With the password keyed in, the door springs in. Gears grind and hiss, and the door opens, revealing the library...

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Books are piled up as high as the eye can see, surrounding the spherical room. There was only two breaks in the cascade of literaturer: A table, holding a journal entry and some sort of glowing mushroom... And a door to the north.

The Bookmark pipes up again.

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"The green tendrils on that mushroom, the Sporecelius Mycelium - that's the antidote! Just get them to swallow it, and they'll be back to normal in no time."

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Arthur nods and gingerly plucks the three tendrils, carefully storing one away in his pack for later planting. "Keep it safe, Bookmark." He takes a moment to read the journal entry before doing anything else.

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Claire turns to the Bookmark with a look of anger in her eye, "You had better not be referring to me! I'm perfectly normal, what in the world are you talking about? Also, there is no chance of me eating those... those... things."

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"Will do...

Also, Claire, by normal, I mean- combat enhancers! Yes, these tendrils will clear out the smog from this place in your system, improving your skill in combat. You're perfectly normal, Claire."

Arthur begins to read the journal entry.

Project Log

Zirconia

I have used up yet another cubic mile of space. I have produced so many failures - veins of gold, coal, diamond, quartz, emerald, ruby, sulfur... All of them now, jumbled together in this hodgepodghe of a mountain. And yet, I still cannot generate a Zirconia. With all of the space I have, however, finding the perfect formula for it is inevitable. i still have plenty of rock left to mold and manipulate. Perhaps a few minor modifications later, and I cna generate some raw Zirconia. All of that elemental power, in my grasp... It's a shame that it requires such precise conditions. Emulating it elsewhere will be difficult, causing my mass production to grind to a halt...

Oculoids

Forged from the Lifespark, they have proven to be completely bound to my will. They obey me without question or hesitation - they seem fully aware of my superiority and dominance. My control over them is already absolute. I have opted to position them as an invisible surveillance system. I have dispatched groups to regions worldwide, sent to be my watchful eye... they serve as an ever vigilant spy on human affairs. They are nigh undetectable adapt at mind reading and hexing, and can operate well in groups. Before long, I should be able to weaponize them - already they exert my influence over the world, but soon my grasp on this planet will grow even tighter. I have observed that their complete binding to me also signifies that their power waxes and wanes with my own. The stronger I get, the more formidable the Oculoid legion shall become. It seems to be an almost exponential growth... These new pawns of mine will serve me well.

Breach Time

Although it is risky, I have found myself abusing more and more of the laws set in place by the gods. The law in question being time. As far as my preliminary tests have gone in this foreign frontier, the continuum of time seems to have some sort of... sentience. or, at the very least, a sense of self preservation. If a being in the past is destroyed, their actions may persist through the ages, with only the present instance suffering any sort of effect. Additionally, a jump backwards seems to grow more difficult through every passing year... it would take wills of steel to endure a jump above a thousand years. Anything beyond that is nigh unfathomable. However, it raises the age old paradox: What happens when someone travels back in time and-

The rest of the journal is ripped off.

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"I'd advise taking a tendril, Claire. Erdathcath died to the darkness in this place. I can't stand the thought of losing anyone else on my team. Not again..."

Arthur reads the journal entry with some concern, but pockets it without comment.

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"Well, I can't force the tendril on her. And I can't immerse Lynne, either, because having Claire and a Claire-ish person in the same room may end badly..."

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Out of curiosity, Arthur flips over the journal pages he's collected thus far, reading to see if there was any more information on The Regret's activities.

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Upon seeing the image of the Eternal Reaper, Erdathcath seems to claim her mind back for a moment, and staggers backward... "NO! No... it's no, it can't be...I thought.. I would never see that..... that. thing... again..." She screams out in terror, then suddenly is silent, Claire once again taking over.

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"Good lord..." he mutters, before checking the backs of the other pages he'd read which I'm 90% certain I had him take with him like I did the mirrors, but if I didn't let's pretend I did :blush: .

Upon seeing the image of the Eternal Reaper, Erdathcath seems to claim her mind back for a moment, and staggers backward... "NO! No... it's no, it can't be...I thought.. I would never see that..... that. thing... again..." She screams out in terror, then suddenly is silent, Claire once again taking over.

"Claire? Claire!" He shoves the fungal tendril in her face. "Quickly! If the sickness is overtaking you, you must eat it--both of you!" Even though he was bluffing, he was acting very well, his diplomatic bearing lending credence to his words. "Please...!"

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Arthur flips over the other two pages.

The schisms I have started have started to spread and multiply. As a result, I have begun to send Oculoids to areas that were created as a direct result of my actions, in order to scout out humans who were procreated because of the social, political, or economic changes I ignited. I will haunt them, break them, and make them into Devils. It is a bit of a side project, but the irony is too good to pass up - plus, with the correct amounts of mental manipulation, I can create some especially effective slaves. perhaps it is time I delve into the finer points of sociology...

Daranza is dead. Daranza is finally dead. My creator... That bastard... Killed by the Mythrogg. i intervened, without him knowing, of course. I also refused to save his wife, although id din't state this outwardly. It was my goal to have hatred overcome him, and have him on my side. We'd be unstoppable if this works... But the Mythrogg is a virtuous creature. This will, in all likelihood, fail... But I do not need him in the equation. He is a valued friend, even in my delirium, but i cannot let him get in my way.

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"Sickness? I have no sickness, you heard the Bookmark, even he stated, I am perfectly normal, additionally, I do NOT need some fungal...things... to make me better in combat. If he wants to make Lynn have the same personality I do, so be it, but I will never eat those fungal tendrils. Unless you and Cliff both eat one first."

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"If you can acknowledge that you were given a new personality, please, Erdathcath, eat one of the tendrils..."

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OOC: Yeah, I still have about 3 days that I can post, so the farther we can get the better. Additionally, she'll probably consume it by that time anyway.

"Who is this Erdathcath? Tell me who she is right now, or I will kill her when I see her. Arthur dear, you have a lot of explaining to do."

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"This... Is progressing far faster than I originally thought.

Claire, Erdathcath is you. Think back, about two hours ago. You weren't a northern viking woman. You were Erdathcath, a druid - half wood, half elf, and as far as I could tell, not promiscuous in the slightest. I wove this spell, this immersion, and I put this personality onto you. Now, please, listen when I try to undo it. Take a tendril, and restore your old self."

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"Claire...I'm immune to the poisons of this place thanks to my...unusual nature--I can't be affected. Minoid and Bookmark are mechanical--they don't have organic bodies to affect. You and Grimwald, however...well, come on. You've seen him change. The same thing's been happening to you--you used to be a valiant Druid named Erdathcath...a druid not so different from who you are now, and yet there was so much more to her than met the eye. She doesn't deserve this...none of it. If you don't believe me, look at yourself. 'Claire' is human--you're not. You're Erdathcath, Claire--your personality, superimposed on top of hers. You can't kill her, because you are her."

"You have to eat a Tendril."

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"I... am Erdathcath? I... how can I even believe what anyone says? How can I be someone else? This makes no sense. Part of me has the feeling that you are telling the truth..... But, at the same time, my whole body fears... and is scared of what she has been through... I don't want.... her suffering. I don't want..... her past.... or future. I don't want to change!"

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After being awfully quiet for quite a while, Grimwald speaks... albeit with some hesitation.

"G-give me those... things."

He practically snatches the two tendrils from Arthur, devouring one in mere seconds. He then uses both of his broomsticks to pin Erdathcath down, and tries his absolute hardest to ram the other tendril down her throat, not caring what anyone else thought about it.

"This isn't r-right, th-this isn't you! EAT IT!"

Now, instead of being torn between Grimwald and Cliff, the gnome was torn between Grimwald and Grimwald. His face suddenly churned into a look of horror and disgust at his own actions; but regardless, they did not cease.

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"But Claire...no, Erdathcath...change is what makes us--"

So focused on his debate for one friend's sanity, Arthur fails to notice the other one's slipping. Before he can react, the tendrils--and the choice--are out of his hands. "Grimwald...!" he cries impotently, paralyzed by shock.

Edited by Flipz

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