Doireann the Felid Monk - Revision history

Autofire: Added Ecumenical Temple (cont.) and levels 8-9

2015-04-24T00:45:13Z

Added Ecumenical Temple (cont.) and levels 8-9

Autofire: Cut the 'Lies' section for now.

2015-04-23T04:51:07Z

Cut the 'Lies' section for now.

Autofire: Added another section. Also changed some names.

2015-04-14T14:29:01Z

Added another section. Also changed some names.

Autofire: Fixed minor 'lies' section header issues.

2015-04-11T17:19:41Z

Fixed minor 'lies' section header issues.

Autofire: Added the (overly long) Ecumenical Temple scene. It was worth it.

2015-04-11T17:19:00Z

Added the (overly long) Ecumenical Temple scene. It was worth it.

Autofire: Added levels 5 through 7; Added lies for 4

2015-04-02T16:03:49Z

Added levels 5 through 7; Added lies for 4

Autofire at 21:52, 27 March 2015

2015-03-27T21:52:57Z

Autofire: Added level 4

2015-03-27T15:40:09Z

Added level 4

Autofire: Added level 3

2015-03-23T22:34:29Z

Added level 3

Autofire at 21:51, 23 March 2015

2015-03-23T21:51:25Z

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		+	== Ecumenical Temple (cont.), levels 8-9 ==
		+	I am quite tired, but I suppose I might as well take the time to record what's happened so far. But to begin from the start...
		+
		+	I woke up with a start. At first, I was rather disoriented and was frantically searching for the thing that attacked me. It didn't take long for me to realize that I had just been dreaming. I was quite upset, because I knew that I wasn't a felid when in the dream; I was a spriggan! I was afraid that this was my craziness again.
		+
		+	As I was pacing, one of my many thoughts was how real the dream was. I felt like I was jumped on, for example. And I remembered how I barely managed to get away by jumping off a cliff into a lake...
		+
		+	Then I realized that I knew what came next, after the dream. My dream must have recreated my past, I reasoned. But I wasn't quite sure. Were these memories of previous dreams, and was I redreaming past dreams?
		+
		+	Either way, I felt like writing the dream down, since I knew that dreams fade fast. But when I opened my diary, I found that I had already written everything! I believe I fell asleep with my book open, so I must have somehow written it all while I was dreaming. (Since I can write in the book by thinking the words...I think?)
		+
		+	Maybe Zin was wrong, I thought. And why not? He's a god and all, but if these gods can get into fights and such, why can't they be wrong from time to time? I decided that I had one way to find out: ask him again.
		+
		+	The idea was daunting, but I felt I had no choice. So, I went back into the temple. I sat in front of Zin's altar and consulted him again.
		+
		+	“Thy hast returned, feline. Something troubling you again? Looking to call another storm?”
		+
		+	I forced a laugh. “No, I don't think I'll do that again.”
		+
		+	“Ah, so I'd suppose thy seek the time of day, or what province thou finds thyself, or, by my books! Thy seek mine own middle name!”
		+
		+	“Uh, no, actually--wait, you have a middle name?”
		+
		+	“By my--no! Great Zin covets just one name, thank you!”
		+
		+	“Ah. But, I was wondering...what if you are, uh, wrong. About the--”
		+
		+	“Wrong? Wrong!? WRONG!!?” The dungeon shook. “You audacious little--!”
		+
		+	“E-excuse me,” I said. Despite all the noise he was making, Zin heard me and became quiet, although he was still shuddering with anger. “But I'm quite sure that I was once a spriggan. But I'm not very sure, because...” I trailed off.
		+
		+	Zin eyed me. (I think; he got his masked face close to me for a moment.) “You hold this matter in high regard, mortal?” I nodded slowly. “As I thought. But do not squander my time; you is sorely mistaken if you takes my wrath as a feather.”
		+
		+	I jumped as something cold poked my side. I turned to see that a white-robed figure was poking me with a cold staff. When I backed away, the figure turned to Zin. In a voice like a lawyer's, he said, “The mortal lacks anomalies, sir.”
		+
		+	“But, are you sure?” I asked him. “Do you have any other checks?”
		+
		+	“I answer only to Zin,” the figure quickly replied.
		+
		+	“Do it again,” Zin ordered. “On the head.”
		+
		+	Before I was aware of what was happening, something clonked my head. I collapsed in pain. I vaguely heard the figure say, “The body lacks anomalies.”
		+
		+	I felt crushed. “H-how?” I flopped as I tried to get up.
		+
		+	“However,” the figure continued, “The brain is marked with severe scarring. I cannot see the cause.”
		+
		+	“Oh? Interesting...” Zin mused. “Most strange. For once, certainty evades my mind as a whale to a whaler...” After dismissing the figure, Zin thought in silence. I woozily sat up, still not sure if I should be happy.
		+
		+	“Quite perplexing indeed,” he said at last. “I make you an offer. Supposing my reputation has met thy ears me, thy already know that I despise necromancy, lies, transmutations, cults, and further embodiments of chaos. As you can't be the party responsible for this malady (if that is indeed what it is), my offer is this: I shall cure you of your ailment, as long as thou gains a heart after mine.”
		+
		+	“A heart after...wait, you're asking me to join you, aren't you?”
		+
		+	“How else would one attain such a heart?”
		+
		+	“What would you have me doing, exactly?”
		+
		+	“Defend the law, of course!” Zin continued to talk for a while, discussing what he would expect from his followers, but I don't remember all he said. When he finished, I considered for a while. Zin could cure me, but I was a bit worried about all the things he might make me do.
		+
		+	“Well...alright. I'll join you.” As Zin ordered, I donated some of the gold I found in the dungeon. (He said that is was a sign of humility and trust, but I'm still skeptical!)
		+
		+	“Excellent!” Zin boomed. “To celebrate this moment, I shall grant thy a gift.”
		+
		+	“Already?”
		+
		+	“Yes, but tarry not with details. Go forth and give grant the dead their rest, my child!”
		+
		+	“But you said you'd give me a gift!”
		+
		+	“And that I have.” Zin vanished.
		+
		+	I blinked a few times. There was obviously no gift, so I began to look for one. However, I felt a strange urging to get back to the dungeon instead. As my search continued, this urge became greater and greater, until I had no choice but abandon my search. After grabbing my stuff, I climbed back up the stairs. Too bad I couldn't stay longer!
		+
		+	---
		+
		+	Since the depth I entered had that ghost from before, I decided to find him and try again at putting him to 'rest,' as Zin said. In my hunt, I found a spriggan baker in a little bakery. My first impulse was to say 'hi,' but I stopped myself; I was afraid he'd treat me like the rest of the dungeon's inhabitants. So I left him to his nap.
		+
		+	Minutes (and many corridors) later, I heard a thump behind me. Thomus' ghost . “Back for more, cat?” he laughed. I hissed at him, and began to cast magic darts while trying to keep a safe distance, although that seemed to do no good. After a little slip, Thomus nearly beheaded me.
		+
		+	I felt quite stupid, since I was obviously outmatched. I had no choice but run again. Thomus chased me, shouting, "Zot is a myth, the Orb is a fable, you'll soon be a tale!"
		+
		+	I got downstairs, still in one piece. “Who told thy to down a powerful ghost?” said a soft voice.
		+
		+	“Zin did,” I said reflexively. “W-wait...who are you? Where are you?”
		+
		+	“By my sandals! I most certainly did not give such an order! And thy ought to have called upon my name! Next time, speak my name. To something not nearly so powerful.”
		+
		+	I was still a tad confused. “Er, okay?” Zin didn't say anything else, so I continued through the dungeon. Eventually, I rounded a corner and ran into a group of giant bees!
		+
		+	“Haste!” Zin whispered. “Spy the imp over there? I shall work through thy, just give the word!”
		+
		+	I caught a glimpse of something red among all of the bees. “I'm not going in there.” I whispered.
		+
		+	Zin sounded grumpy. “Go! Before death regains his sting!”
		+
		+	Before I could argue anymore, the imp saw me and shouted, alerting all of the bees. Next thing I knew, I was surrounded by a wall of buzzing. I panicked and flailed, but it was no good; they were all too jumpy. Every inch of my skin was burning. I was furious at Zin. What on earth was he thinking!?
		+
		+	Something drew my attention to one small vial in my pack. “Ah, time to become a tree!” I thought. I rolled to get away from the bees, and then grabbed the little vial with my teeth. After drinking the mouthful in the vial, I stood back and glared at the swarm. (Which was getting awfully close.)
		+
		+	Nothing happened. I was horrified to realized that what I had just drunk tasted nothing like the other potions; it was spicy! It burned! I tried running, but I was so busy gagging that the swarm caught up to me.
		+
		+	I felt dreadfully sick. Something twisted inside me, the world swayed, and everything went black.
		+
		+	---
		+
		+	When I came to, I was sticky and incredibly sore. The room was littered in bee corpses. I was as exhausted as the bees were dead.
		+
		+	“What happened...” I couldn't help asking aloud between breaths. “Zin better apologize. That was a close one.”
		+
		+	“Fie fie! Apologize for saving your life, indeed!” Zin said in my ear.
		+
		+	I was too tired to be surprised that he heard me. “You know...what happened?...”
		+
		+	“Thy would have been terrified of yourself had you not been so senseless. Madness consumed you. That drought flung you into a berserk rage. Indeed, thy ought to have been slain had I not blessed you.”
		+
		+	“You did...what?”
		+
		+	“My gift was vitality. I told you to destroy the imp, and to that purpose, my divine stamina was granted. Thy blood banished toxins. Had I not done this, thy unconsciousness would have occurred after the fourth sting, but thy received well over forty.”
		+
		+	“Oh...hey, wasn't there an imp thing you were talking about before?”
		+
		+	“Ah, yes. Thanks to you, that foul devil will no longer be causing mischief.” I heard a hint of pride in Zin's voice before he became silent.
		+
		+	As the minutes passed, and I began to feel a little better. I felt unsafe, in that open room, so I decided to get out. Harder said than done, but I managed to get moving. On my way out, a gleam caught my eye. The little red imp from before had a very valuable-looking amulet around its neck. I took it and put it on. It seems to have some magical properties, but I'm not entirely sure what it does...
		+
		+	But I should get going again. Zin might have another suicide mission ready. Speaking of that, I wonder if I was too hasty. Sure, I'm not going to become a greedy wizard, but I wonder what's under Zin's mask. And how can I be sure that he's going to actually cure me? Granted, he do <The text abruptly stops.>

	'''To be continued'''		'''To be continued'''

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 == Lies ==
-Here is where, as an author, I've altered major in-game facts. While I'll try to be complete, I will only mention things which I feel substantially leaves what's cannon.
+Here is where, as an author, I've altered major in-game facts. While I'll try to be complete, I will only mention things which I feel substantially leaves what's cannon, or other times things that I originally meant to note but decided against it in the interest of time.
-=== Prologue ===
+Originally, I did list all of these, but to make the story more interesting, I'll only add this section back once I've finished the crawl.

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 This is my first Diary of a Crawler work. Not all events are exactly as they occured in game. (But I try to stay close; I mainly drop what's dull/repetitive.) This is in Crawl version 0.16 on CAO, and as a Felid Monk. Hope you enjoy! I will continue to update this until my character's journey comes to a close. I have done some proofreading, but it's an ongoing process! [[User:Autofire|Autofire]] ([[User talk:Autofire|talk]]) 06:56, 23 March 2015 (CET)
 == Prologue ==
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 I wonder if I will ever know...or ever get out, for that matter! Anyway, I must go on. Maybe I'll find someone who knows how to get out.
-== Levels 5, 6, and 7 (part 1) ==
+== Levels 5, 6, and 7 ==
 I'm in quite a lot of pain right now. I think something's broken. Fortunately, this place seems quite safe. Beginning from...was it the 5th level?
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 But that doesn't sound right. It just doesn't seem true. And I don't feel better after writing. I just feel beaten.
 '''To be continued'''

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 Sif Muna was in a small room. The Ashenzari was also here, but he was passed up.
-== Levels 5, 6, and 7 (part 1) ==
+=== Levels 5, 6, and 7 (part 1) ===
 During this segment, I believe I found a potion of beneficial mutation which game fire resistance.
-== Ecumenical Temple ==
+=== Ecumenical Temple ===
 Giving deities personalities is so much [http://i.imgur.com/FNG1zUc.gif fun]...Right?

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 Well, maybe the only way to find out is to win the game.
 '''To be continued'''
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 === Level 4 ===
 Sif Muna was in a small room. The Ashenzari was also here, but he was passed up.

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 I wonder if I will ever know...or ever get out, for that matter! Anyway, I must go on. Maybe I'll find someone who knows how to get out.
 '''To be continued'''
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 === Level 3 ===
 My rendition of this level is surprisingly accurate. On our third encounter, Natasha did indeed have her own Wand of Enslavement! There is no special Felid-backpack, but I need some explanation for Doireann to be able to access her gear.

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 This is my first Diary of a Crawler work. Not all events are exactly as they occured in game. (But I try to stay close; I mainly drop what's dull/repetitive.) This is in Crawl version 0.16 on CAO, and as a Felid Monk. Hope you enjoy! I will continue to update this until my character's journey comes to a close. I have done some proofreading, but it's an ongoing process! [[User:Autofire|Autofire]] ([[User talk:Autofire|talk]]) 06:56, 23 March 2015 (CET)
-== Preamble and Prologue ==
+== Prologue ==
-I took this magic book off Robin. It's quite a strange little thing: I can write in it just by looking at it! Since I feel too full to continue on, I think I'll pass the time by recording my journey in this book.
+I took this magic book off Robin. It's quite strange: I can write in it with my mind! Since I feel too full to continue on, I think I'll pass the time by recording my journey in this book.
 Hmm...I'll begin from when I woke up...
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 Here is where, as an author, I've altered major in-game facts. While I'll try to be complete, I will only mention things which I feel substantially leaves what's cannon.
-=== Preamble ===
+=== Prologue ===
 Robin didn't actually have a magic book.

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 ---
-Well, I've written out my journey so far. I think I'll take a little nap, because I'm still rather full. (Although it makes me feel pleased, in a way, to be so full of my prey!) I do have many questions, but I'll have look for answers them when I wake.
+Well, I've written out my journey so far. I think I'll take a little nap, because I'm still rather full. (Although it makes me feel pleased, in a way, to be so full of my prey!) I do have many questions, but I'll have look for answers them when I wake up.
 == Level 3 ==
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 On the bright side, I replaced my shredded pack for the one that Natasha wore. (The pack had her name on it, so that's how I learned what her name was.) The pack is great because it allows me to easily slip it off when I need it to. It even has a section for holding vials in a way that I can easily access them during battle. I left Natasha's corpse alone, and I explored some more.
-Before long, I found another felid who looked exactly like Natasha! I was able to run before she noticed me; I was out of potions of lignification, so I didn't want to face her head on. Eventually I was cornered, and had no option but to fight. I pounced on her, this time not giving her any chances. After receiving a very painful-looking slash, Natasha collapsed with a pathetic moan. Her spirit plunged into the ground...I think.
+Before long, I found another felid who looked exactly like Natasha! I was able to run before she noticed me. I was out of potions of lignification, so I didn't want to face her head on. Eventually I was cornered, and had no option but to fight. I pounced on her, this time not giving her any chances. After receiving a very painful-looking slash, Natasha collapsed with a pathetic moan. Her spirit plunged into the ground...I think.
 I stared at Natasha's body. It wasn't exactly the same body as before, but there was no mistaking it: it was Natasha! I went back to where my first battle with Natasha took place, but the only signs of a battle were a few bloodstains.  I checked our second battleground again, and her body was still there.
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 I suppose it's time to push on.
 '''To be continued'''

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 Well, I've written out my journey so far. I think I'll take a little nap, because I'm still rather full. (Although it makes me feel pleased, in a way, to be so full of my prey!) I do have many questions, but I'll have look for answers them when I wake.
 '''To be continued'''
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 === Level 2 ===
 No naps were actually taken, but it was a nice way to close up the section. ;)

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 {{diary}}
-This is my first Diary of a Crawler work. Not all events are exactly as they occured in game. (But I try to stay close; I mainly drop what's dull/repetitive.) This is in Crawl version 0.16 on CAO, and as a Felid Monk. Hope you enjoy! I will continue to update this until my character's journey comes to a close. I have done some proofreading, but it's an ongoing process, so please excuse the typos! [[User:Autofire|Autofire]] ([[User talk:Autofire|talk]]) 06:56, 23 March 2015 (CET)
+This is my first Diary of a Crawler work. Not all events are exactly as they occured in game. (But I try to stay close; I mainly drop what's dull/repetitive.) This is in Crawl version 0.16 on CAO, and as a Felid Monk. Hope you enjoy! I will continue to update this until my character's journey comes to a close. I have done some proofreading, but it's an ongoing process! [[User:Autofire|Autofire]] ([[User talk:Autofire|talk]]) 06:56, 23 March 2015 (CET)
 == Preamble and Prologue ==