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((NOTE: This is a Work-In-Progress, and starts from the beginning of my character's RP to where he is present day. I shall update it every Saturday with various stories of Mandru's misadventures and experiences.)) You come across an old journal, somehow, in some way. It is bound in material that has apparently been drenched in a fireproofing potion. You feel excited as you open the rather thick, battered journal. You begin to read: THE JOURNAL AND MISADVENTURES OF DOCTOR MANDRU KAECILLIUS SCOTT ~Part I: Mandru Scott in The Land of Kalos~ Day 1, Year 1 ----------------- Finally, a book to record what's happened to me... A REAL, HONEST-TO-GOODNESS BOOK with a quill! A REAL QUILL! Sorry, journal, for sounding so demented. I suppose it’s just that the last few days here in the Kalos Jail on the Human island have been terribly... Well, terrible. And uncivilized. And disturbing. And many, many other things... It all started after I woke up, washed upon the shores of this strange, island land, ready to be greeted by the natives, whom must SURELY be in need of a doctor! I mean, if there's one profession out there that shall never die, it's healing, right? And humans other than myself are always killing each and every thing they can find. So I came from Elysium to see what help I could offer to the people of Kalos in the way of healing, perhaps to establish a clinic there. However, instead of laurel reefs and other symbols of honor placed upon my head when I arrived to help them, like those other islanders so long and far away from here did, I was greeted by a disturbing sight: A Brothel. A BIG Brothel. In fact, it was SO big, I could have sworn the entire town was in there. In fact, now that I know my own kind a bit better, I think the entire town WAS in there… Now, unlike my fellow humans, I dislike brothels. I am a religious man and a philosopher, and believe in three doctrines above all else to abide by in my life: If you do evil against good you'll eventually regret it; if you put your mind to something, you'll eventually complete the task you've set your mind to. And to NEVER, EVER go ANYWHERE unarmed in this creatorcursed land, lest you wish to condemn yourself to eventual death. I Immediately went around attempting to get fellow followers of good and morality to burn down this evil place of lust and greed. However, a ranger approached me, threw me in irons, and began dragging me off to jail. He ignored my arguments, saying things like, "Ye'd be harmin' the business of honest, 'hard-workin' women, laddie," and "Why can't ye leave them 'lone loike everyone else 'round here?" And finally, "'sides. Gotta nigh' there meself to attend ta’ soon". Uncivilized savage... He even insulted my brother, Rathian, as well in the process of dragging me away. Called him the most blundering ranger whom ever lived. At least Rathian SPEAKS properly and has an IQ rating that surpasses 1 digit! Well, at least I have you, journal, to write in during my imprisonment... Yay! The guards are coming to release me. Will write more later, journal. Day 10, Year 1 ----------------- Hello journal, you wonderful, inanimate object! Fate has turned in my favor... Well, sort of. Alright, kind-of sort-of. Okay, okay! The whole world's against me, but at LEAST I now have a job and safe place to stay... After being released from jail, I started to wonder around, searching for someone to buy land from. I'd heard that Lord Treasurer Denims was the man I wished to see, and, unfortunately, that meant going into his office in the upper level of the Brothel... I could not be seen in such a vulgar place; therefore, I put on my sister's spare pair of goggles, my brother's spare dark hood and mask, and entered. I was reminded how much I hate brothels. The multitude of unsanitary rooms... The terrible food there. The immorality and sin. I immediately asked around for Lord Denims, but he was apparently "busy". With what, I could make an educated guess. I immediately left, and washed my hands in the sea afterwards to keep from getting any air-bound germs or parasites from that place. Then I thought, “Why, if even these people's NOBLEMEN participate in this... LUSTING... I'd rather live with the Elves! At least THEY don't throw you in jail for trying to rid the world of both a Health menace and a crime against morality and God!” So, having thought this, I set out to find the isle of the elves. They would not, unfortunately, let me on their ferry, however. So I donned my cloak and mask, and stowed away on board. When I got there, I entered a theater, taking time to rest. An elf with grey hair (a strange sight to see) was talking to the theater owner about funding a play. "Ah, a play!" I thought to myself. "Civilization at last. I like the elves already..." I looked to the two men, and asked them excitedly if they needed a doctor in town. The grey haired elf, whose name I later discovered was Balthassar, said no. He suggested I check around the Human lands, for many are often injured around there. I sighed. "Well, back to square one then," I thought to myself, and sailed a rowboat onwards back to the Human Island, having to leave grand Malinor behind. A storm came, however, and wrecked my boat into the northern side of the island. I looked around to get my bearings, dazed, and saw an island tower a distance aways. I swam over to this tower, as it was my last hope of finding a place I would feel welcome in this world. When I got there, I entered the tower's lobby. Shortly afterwards, a traveling hillbilly (whom I have nicknamed "The Hobo") beat me unconscious with a GOLDEN CLUB. You'd think he could buy some decent robes if he could afford to whack doctors around with golden clubs. I'd rather encounter 5 of those gunpowder beasts than face The Hobo again... I still have nightmares of the strange man and his golden club! Thank goodness that the tower's staff came to rescue me. They chased The Hobo into the sea, and helped me into a chair, where I sat for a bit while I talked to what I assumed was their leader. His name is Saul VonSchlicten, and he is indeed their (well, OUR, I guess now) leader. He speaks in a Hansetian accent, which some would find hard to understand. However, I understand it perfectly; do I not also speak natively in a Hansetian accent when I do not cover it up with a standard one? "Shall I give you a tour after you have recovered, Doctor?" He asked. I was shocked; this man and his comrades were not the average brothel-attending Humans of the main island, though their leader DID look a bit high on Cactus Green. They were... like me! After my tour of their underground engineering laboratory, their observatory atop their tower, and their testing course, I was quite ready to ask for a job there. In fact, I did. I was accepted as their company doctor, and given a small clinic in which to heal their wounded. What a wonderful deal! What wonderful people! I love my new job. I'll ask around the company to see if they have any stories prior to when I came here that they'd like to include in my journal, as they all lead very interesting lives: ============================= PRE-MANDRU VONSCHLICHTENCO. STORIES ============================= /spoiler [[To be added by any of the old members of VonSchlictenCo that wish to include stories that happened before Mandru's arrival on Akheron. Just write up a story and PM it to me for me to add it!]] /spoiler Many people work at this place other than just the Boss (Saul) though. Jonas Walkingsnake, our crazed Head Architect, is one of the best, though craziest, builders I’ve ever seen. He has an obsession with chickens, which is also commonly found in Mad Elvish Alchemists and Crazed Wizards. Hydrose Goldhand, a loopy dwarf, keeps things interesting around the company. From Project Aqua-Chicken’s research to getting piped-up on Cactus Green, he makes the long workdays in the workshop intresting for us. Balthassar Windheart, the elf I encountered earlier, it turns out, is the company’s Head of Research. I want to have his job one day when he retires. Well, IF he retires… Do Elves even retire? Oh well. Just a dream I’ll never achieve. Russell Moore is our Chief of Security. Simply said, he keeps us safe from invaders. Grady Barrington is Saul’s right-hand man. He creeps me out for some reason. I think he’s some type of War Hero or something. He’s not around much, but when he is, something major usually happens to the company… Day 52, Year 1 ------------------- These last 2 months, journal, have been quite… interesting. I have been working on a special project, by the name of “Project Ghast”. Project Ghast is an attempt to access the Seven Skies using hot air to lift a basket full of men. The “Airbag”, as I have named it, is made of Ghast Skins from Elysium. I fear we may not be able to get any more, however… Oh well! We’ve got enough for the Prototype. When I build the main Hellrock heater, Saul came over to inspect it. “Hmm… Very nice stripper pole you’ve built there, Doctor Scott!” He said, actually THINKING it was a piece of BROTHEL FURNITURE I was building! He then put up a sign that said, “VonSchlictenCo. Stripper Pole Mk. I”. “NO SAUL! IT IS /NOT/ A STRIPPER POLE!!! WHAT IS IT WITH YOU AND YOUR OBSESSION WITH WHORES?!” I screamed, tearing down the label. “If you must know, it’s part of Project Ghast!” “Ah…..” Saul said, looking genuinely disappointed. “Carry on then.” He then walked away, and I continued working. Not like we even have any personnel capable of USING a pole as of now anyways... Other demented inventions are also being produced. Such as an UNDERWATER BOAT, which has probably been doomed to sink upon completion, and the cookie machine, which is the LEAST useful, though most tastey, invention made so far. I like my new job. Day 157, Year 1 ------------------- We'll be leaving for Anthos soon, a continent across the sea. Unfortunently, we’ll be unable to take my prototype Project Ghast Basket with us, creator curse it. However, on the bright side, we'll be taking one of the most advanced ships in the world: The Spirit of Akheron. It has a VonSchlictenCo prototype Steam Drive installed, meaning it is both incredibly fast and reliable. This ship is one of the most beautiful I've ever seen. THE most beautiful ship, actually. Unlike any I have ever seen before... Rosella would have loved this ship; she used to LOVE steam power. I miss her. A lot. Anyways, I'd best keep writing to keep my mind off my enslaved sister. 'Tis not worth tormenting my mind over a person I may never see in this life again. Saul and the other staff members have been quite nice to me, and I to them. They feel almost like the happy family I never had. Well, /almost/. They have their dementalities and flaws, but don't we all? That Balthassar guy from Malinor… I'm not quite sure what to think of him yet, however, journal. He doubts my medical skill. When he asked me what the difference between an atricle and a ventricle was, I had mistaken him for asking what their functions were, and told him what they were. "Humph. I'm getting my Medicare over in Malinor, if that's alright with you, Saul. This man OBVIOUSLY doesn't know his profession," he said in a smart-alec tone of voice. "A veign is to a ventricle as an artery is to an atricle." "You think I don't know that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "No, doctor, I'd don't think you do, for you did not answer my question as requested," he replied, frowning. "You're right; I went the extra step," I calmly replied. "I told you what few human doctors could: the FUNCTIONS of the atricles and ventricles: arteries and veigns, if you prefer to refer to them as such." Before the argument could escalate, Saul stopped us. He then led me out of the cog of Akheron Island, and spoke to me in private. "You've done well these past few weeks, Doctor Scott," he replied, smiling. "I think it is time to give you a promotion to Chief of Medicine." "R-Really?" I asked, shocked. To me, this was a grand achievement. Even though I was the ONLY medical staff member at the company, I still figured I'd get a decent raise along with the position. I did, as well! I was able to afford to buy shoulder cuffs for my cloak. Shortly after my promotion, an easterner by the name of Xi Swain arrived on the island. I'm thrilled by his joining of our company, as eastern technology and customs could much benefit our company of engineers, especially in the arts of hydraulics and scribing. Even better, he seems to get along with Balthassaar as much as /I/ do. Still, there's something malicious about this guy. I'm going to be keeping an eye on him, journal. That being said, I love Akheron island, journal. These have been the best days of my life. ~Part I.5: The Pirates, The Witch(es), and The Engineers~ Day 200, Year 1 -------------------- Our voyage to The Promised Lands has been going on for several months now. It's been mostly uneventful, except for today, that is. Today, we caught sight of shore. We docked the Spirit of Akheron near there, and proceeded to go to land. However, as soon as we got there, DREADFUL Testificate witches attacked us. Saul and I discharged our crossbows at them, while Russell attacked them with his sword in a knight-like fashion. Finally, after killing the witches, we looked inside their home. We learned that they were Cultists, whom were performing Iblanic rituals. However, instead of leaving the place intact for further examination, Saul decided most intelligently (I say "Most Intelligently" in a sarcastic tone of voice, journal) to BLOW THE PLACE UP. So after seeing the place get blown to smithereens with the last of the Gunpowder-Beast explosives, we continued on our journey. Day 214, Year 1 --------------------- We stopped at a Testificate outpost for supplies today. Jonas purchased a pet chicken from the strange men, Saul purchased some (rather naughty) paintings and tapestries, and I purchased more seasickness pills for the staff's tendency to upchuck their previous meals at the dinner table while sailing. That type of stuff REALLY gets on my nerves; the last thing I need is for Hydrose to throw up on my chicken salad while Jonas cries about someone KILLING the chicken to MAKE the chicken salad in the first place! Oh wait, that already happened this morning... We eventually discovered a strange portal underground, which the villagers were apparently terrified of. When I spoke to them further, they muttered something about "Most Terrible Things" inside that portal. All-in-all, we decided it best not to check that portal out, and continued on our way. I hope Hydrose doesn't throw up in my chicken salad AGAIN this trip... Day 225, Year 1 --------------------- *This page is drenched in sea water.* Pirates. Attacking. Coming. Must arm fire machine. Can't write. Day 262, Year 1 --------------------- Sorry about that last page, journal. Anyways, here I am, writing in you, preparing to pedal my way towards The Promised Lands in the Spirit of Akheron's embarkment pedal boat. We were raided by pirates. We could have EASILY outrun them... Had the Steam drive not malfunctioned. We were sitting sucks to the heavily armed ship. They fired potions and arrows at us from over the side; had we not set up our fire machine, a weapon we were expirementing with for sea warfare, and used to to burn their ship to the ground, we most surely would have died. But AFTER we destroyed their vessel, the pirates swan towards our OWN! I drew my sabere, and managed to fend several off and knock them over the side as we sailed away with our, by this time, repaired Steam Drive. However, several knocked ME over the side in turn, along with one of our embarkment rafts. Now I sail towards Kalos... Alone. Luckily, shore is already in sight. My plan is to sail to the Human Capital and meet up with the rest of the company. That is, if I'm not attacked by anything else or (God forbid) am killed out here at sea... ~Part II: "The future looks bright. Very bright indeed..."~ Day 1, Year 2 ------------------- So. After finally getting shop set up here in Abresi, I find that my situation is, again, depressing. I suppose I should start from the beginning... After making my way to The Cloud Temple, I began to take the long road to Abresi, Captial City of the Holy Oren Empire. When I arrived, there was a massive struggle for populating the city. The nobles made a KILLING off giving loans to the new settlers to get them started. As I wandered through the streets, a familiar man with a green jacket and goggles waved me over: Saul! After I greeted Saul, he explained our grim situation. We had NONE of our original wealth, the Spirit of Akheron was greatly damaged, and we'd resorted to operating a TAVERN to keep from going broke! "Mein GOTT... And I thought KALOS was bad..." I muttered, scratching my head. "We're making a killing, though!" Saul replied. "We are the ONLY operating tavern in the city! Though the taxes are high, we are making almost 80% profits! Don't worry, Doctor Scott; we'll be back in the engineering business before you know it." "Good... Since I'm an experienced wanderer, I'll go to the wilds for vital resources. " Saul nodded, and I was on my way. Day 7, Year 2 ------------------ I've finally returned from my expidition journal. The materials I have gathered have now catapulted The Rusty Cog into 130% profitability. Saul's also been recruiting. Just today, an aspiring alchemist by the name of Gilrean Tisgareth joined our ranks. In addition to her studies of alchemy, she is also a GRAND engineer. She has invented a device called the "audiophonebox", which can play a single note when it's main button is pushed. She is, perhaps, one of the gifted and smartest women I've ever met. She also has taken an especially great intrest in me, and has the tendency to challenge me to races quite often... I don't know why, but I always accept and enjoy them, and almost always loose. Anyways, until Saul gets the Alchemy store up and running, it would appear that Gilrean and I are on expidition duty. Not that I don't like the assignment... It gives me an oprotunity to keep my navigation skills up to standard. I think Gilrean likes the job as well; she told me today while we traveled on the road to our second expedition that that was the main reason she left Malinor. Adventure and Knowledge. I could swear that Gilrean reminds me of ME sometimes... A much more energetic, less pessimistic me. Anyways, wish us luck, journal. Day 13, Year 2 -------------------- Gilrean and I have returned with many tons of wood. Saul was so excited, he almost blew a gasket. He then hurriedly dragged us to the new alchemy shop/clinic combo in Salvus. 'Tis peaceful in Slavus these days. At least, a lot less violent than Abresi. I've been named Overseer of the medical wing of the place due to my basic alchemical understanding and my skills as a doctor. Xi is the shop's manager, assigned with me to manage the place, and sells arcane artifacts and potions to the customers. He is a master salesman, and makes even my grandfather, a wise Alrasian Buisnessman, look like an amateur. Gilrean has also been assigned with me, much to my delight, out here at this facility. I rather enjoy her company as both a pupil in the art of adventure and a traveling companion. More staff is to come to our shop as the company grows, but that is in store for the future. And the future looks bright; very bright indeed... Day 267, Year 2 --------------------- The Estate at Von Hill has just been constructed. Between the last time I wrote and now, Saul has secured a mountain in Hanseti. We have been granted land from the Hochmeister, so that we might work freely on our contraptions. Finally, we are getting back to buisness as usual... However, there is one thing that worries me journal... The strange noises in Hi-Security. Though I've been given clearance to enter Hi-Security, many levels are still out of my reach. What in the NETHER is Balthazzar working on down there, I wonder... Oh well. I'll find out someday. For now, time to get onto my research on plague! I am approaching a scientific breakthrough on actually DISCOVERING the main cause of the Plague! I believe, journal, that the main cause of the plague is not a curse from God, but is caused by unsanitary conditions and fleas! Kill the fleas, stop the plague in it's tracks! I've yet to prove the theory, but I'm working on it. Day 42, Year 3 -------------------- I write this entry at Castle Greywynn, Hanseti. Today Balthazzar's research finally got out of hand. While Saul and I were taking a new medical staff member on a tour of the facility, we heard a strange noise. We shivered unnaturally. I, Jonas, and Saul quickly hurried to the Security Armory, where we donned VonSchlichtenCo Security Suits. We then descended the lift into Hi-Security, for that is where the noise had originated. When we arrived down there, we slowly cracked open the door to Balthazzar's project. And then we saw them... Some people around Anthos say "There's no Iblees". But there is... right there, on that day, I saw them. Not the Iblanic Undead, that is, but still evil... Some refer to them as "Endermen", although we have named them "The Darkness" or "The Dark Ones" as their species. Anyways, we bravely defended ourselves after they burst through the door, and then hurled ourselves towards the lift. However, these were not your usual brainless Men of Ender! They were INTELLIGENT. They followed us when the lift came back down! THEN they teleported RIGHT THROUGH the Hi-Security door! THEN THEY BLOCKED OFF ACCESS TO THE SURFACE OF THE BASE! No Man of the Ender has every shown such intelligence as to trap their enemies! The staff, now in a panic, began to barricade hydroponics. I pointed out this would do no good, as the beings would simply use their void-teleportaiton methods to bypass the wall. That was when an idea began to formulate within my mind. "Jonas, get me a bucket," I asked. Jonas did so. I went over to our Automatic Carrot Harvester and filled the bucket with water. I then rushed back into the open hallway, and tossed the water on the demons, readying my saber once more. The plan worked perfectly. The creatures began shriveling, screeching in terror. The group and I seized the opportunity to escape in the lift to the surface. We then managed to send a bird out to the Hochmeister and his soldiers. After the military arrived to help us, along with the Great Wizard Ambros, we finally managed to escape to the Teutonic Fortress. We've now fended off the beings entirely, and have perserved many blocks of a strange substance they've left behind. We know of it as "Final Element"; for it is unlike any other substance we have ever seen. We should be safe... for now. Goodnight, Journal. Mandru Scott, over and out. *The Journal ends here. You yearn to hear more. You ask the librarian about the fate of Mandru Scott; what happened to him after the journal ends. The woman smiles.* "Mandru Scott...? Now THERE'S a story and man to remember through the ages. You hear so much about Orenite nobility who were only HALF the man Dr. Scott was, yet few hear the Chronicles of Mandru..." *She goes to a nearby bookshelf, and withdrawls another book. This time, however, it is in the form of a 1st Person Epic, NOT a journal. It reads: Mandru Scott and The Darkness Wars: An Epic about the Proconsul of Gallmore.* "It picks off where the journal ended, dear... Just continue reading." ((I will start to draft out Mandru Scott and the Darkness Wars this Saturday. Don't worry; this project is still active. If I left anything major out, please feel free to post any suggestions on additions to this thread!))