[General]
Start=Undying (Starting)
Exit=Undying (Exiting)
Run=Undying (Running)
Product=Undying

[london01]
Title=It has returned...
Lines[0]=It has returned.  Two days ago I found it lying next to me when I awoke, resting on the pillow beside my head.  The Gel'ziabar Stone.  &n  &n   I last saw it after I defeated the Guardian of the Stones, when something (surely not Otto, despite what I saw), took it from me as I lay in a daze.  After that last, terrible battle I fled Ireland once more, seeking rest and escape from the secrets I now knew, my knowledge of the terrible realms that lie just beyond the fringes of our own world,
Lines[1]=and the dread creatures whose existence I could no longer deny.  Afraid I had irevocably crossed some unseen line and was now known to evil presences that I would rather had never knew of my existence, I ran. &n  &n  Eventually I ended up in London, and have for some months now lived in the grounds of a factory owened by a businessman whom I had previously helped with a minor occult matter.  I oversee the place's running and upkeep; an easy enough task and one that occupies my mind with welcome
Lines[2]=mundanity. &n  &n Now the stone has returned, as though it has sought me out from wherever it was bourne away to, and I fear not only has it come back to me from some dark realm best left unexplored, but that it might not have returned alone... &n  &n Shadwell, the night guard who lives in a small hut next to the house I occupy, thought he saw strange, dog like creatures last night, that vanished when he tried to investigate.  "A good thing, too, for they scared me, Patrick", he told me.
Lines[3]= &n  &n Some of the workers have complained of hearing unearthly noises and encountering unexpected chills in the normally warm factory. &n  &n I myself feel a thickening of the air.  Something is gathering, but I know not what. &n  &n I go to bed troubled tonight, my revolver next to the bed and the stone around my neck. &n  &n I am uneasy. Tomorrow I must reapply the spells I commited to paper to rid me of their burden.  I must be ready for anything.
Lines[3]= &n  &n Some of the workers have complained of hearing unearthly noises and encountering unexpected chills in the normally warm factory. &n  &n I myself feel a thickening of the air.  Something is gathering, but I know not what. &n  &n I am uneasy. Tomorrow I must reapply the spells I commited to paper to rid me of their burden.  I must be ready for anything. &n  &n I go to bed troubled tonight, my revolver next to the bed and the stone around my neck.
Lines[4]= &n  &n A dark storm gathers outside.  I wonder how long until it breaks? &n  &n Parick

[london02]
Title=Trick or Real?
Lines[0]=What foul trick is this?  An image of myself slain at the hand of Keisinger!  A posible fate, or a ruse to unerve me? &n  &n Whichever, did Otto really survive?  If so, how?  I saw him fall, bleeding and defeatead, into the hot depths of Oneiros.  Saw him vanish into roiling clouds that I suspect contained no ground, only endless depths. &n  &n Bethany and Jerimiah both thought him dead as well - and said as much before I finally despatched them. &n  &n I cannot wait for morning.  I must 
Lines[1]=arm myself with what spells and weapons I possess and find Shadwell.  I fear for him after my dream.  Once again I feel I am ensnared in a dark design whose shape I cannot yet see.  But I will not run.  Not if it is Keisinger.  Not from Otto.  Him I will only seek until our feud is at an end. &n  &n  Patrick

[london03]
Title=Spells & Weapons
Lines[0]=After surviving my encounter with the Guardian of the Stones the Gel'ziabar Stone and certain weapons I'd aquired, such as the strange, icy Tibetan Cannon, were stolen from me by an apparition - even now the memory haunts me; was it Keisinger?  Or was that simply an image conjoured by my delerious mind?  &n  &n  In addition certain spells fled my knowledge: Flight, Lightning, Haste and Invoke.  Now, wishing to put the occult behind me for the moment, I've put down the remaining spells
Lines[1]= on scrolls, removing them from my memory, and have imprinted the power giving symbols that line my flesh back onto arcane scrolls, freeing my skin from their lurid designs.  I feel strangely naked without them, but thankful to be as 'normal' as possible for a while, except for my ability to scrye, and back among the familiar, mundane world of men and women.  &n  &n  Patrick

[london04]
Title=Murder and Magic
Lines[0]=Shadwell has been murdered!  And not by any sane means either.  I sense dark magic, and the spear his body has been impaled upon is one I thought never to see again: it is from Bethany's realm, Eternal Autumn.  Shadwell's murderer knew I'd recognise it at once. &n  &n This stinks of Keisinger's foul ego and hateful spite.  I fear he somehow survived the boiling depths of Oneiros, and seeks revenge on me even now.  &n  &n I must seek answers.  I will search Shadwell's hut, even though I
Lines[1]= suspect it to be no more than a trap.  At least Shadwell's death will have served some purpose, even if it is a dark purpose directed against myself. &n  &n I can only hope his end was swift and without too much horror.  But I fear my hope is a vain one. &n  &n Patrick

[london05]
Title=A Fragment of a Clue
Lines[0]=What's this?  A note jotted down by Shadwell, and a strange one at that. &n  &n "I dreamt the other night of a dark place, and woke shivering.  I can't remember a nightmare like it since I was a boy.  I've never been one for diary's or notes, but I can't get this one from my head.  I need to write it down.  Even though it's all mixed up in my mind now.  &n  &n  There was a man, flying and full of evil.  Then someplace with no reason to it.  Hot and hellish and torn to pieces.  Then an island of stones.
Lines[1]= At the end I was in some place I can hardly describe, windows to different skies, dark caves, lakes of blood and a terrible void.  And all filled with hatred and violence.  At the end I thought Patrick was there, then this terrible voice spoke.  'The Eternal Vengence has begun', it said.  'The Pact is Sealed'.  &n  &n Then I woke.  I wish I could bring myself to speak to Patrick, but I'm afraid I'd look a fool." &n  &n  Had only Shadwell spoken to me, I might have been able to act first.
Lines[2]= But now it is too late. &n  &n 'The Eternal Vengence', it sounds familiar.  And portions of Shadwell's dream where of Oneiros and the Island of the Standing Stones where I battled the Guardian.  But what of the final realm Shadwell described?  'windows to different skies' and 'a terrible void'.  It rings no bell.  But I do not like the sound of a pact, and vengence. &n  &n I am at the centre of something I don't understand, but I cannot remain ignorant for long if I am to survive.
Lines[3]= I must check my few volumes of lore to see what I can find.  They are in the house's kitchen if I remember correctly, or the living room. &n  &n I must make haste, though.  Already Howlers are abroad, and worse creatures are sure to follow. &n  &n I could flee, of course.  Put down the stone and walk away into the night.  But it must be Keisinger and our business remains unfinished.  
Lines[4]=Besides, if I flee I will simply be sought, and I know one cannot hide from dark forces forever.  Better to face the battle now than to live in fear of the night and evil forces unknown. &n  &n Patrick

[london06]
Title=Some Information
Lines[0]="... another avenue open to the highest mages was to invoke the pact of 'The Eternal Vengence'.  This was not something to be done lightly, as, according to lore, which is scant on this topic, a mage who was defeated by their oponent, although repreived from death by the pact, might find themselves locked into a repeating cycle for the rest of eternity, doomed to fight the same final battle over and over again.  As if that were not enough to disuade all but the most desperate,
Lines[1]=  or heedless, mages there was also the fact that the pact required a compact with a High Guardian, and such entities obey their own rules and motivation, which are not for mere humans to know, and such a Guardian might easily ensare a mage or simply strip his soul for confinement in the Great Void, which only certain mages have ever claimed to visit and return, though a few seers throughout the ages have claimed to have visited the Great Void in dreams and visions..." &n  &n
Lines[2]=A slim reference to go on to be sure, but given my knowledge enough comes clear to worry me greatly.  The Guardian of the Stones I slew was obviously a 'High Guardian' and it would appear that Keisinger must have invoked the pact of eternal vengence with it at some point as he tried to manouver for the power of the Undying King.  Of course, the whole thing turned out to be a sham: the Undying King was no more than a sacraficial pawn, and the Guardian of the Stones a powerful
Lines[3]= force of evil from some nether world beyond my experience.  &n  &n Now, Otto is back, raised from the dead by the pact, or protected from death by the power of the pact, and obviously exerting his chance to take his vengence on me. &n  &n I am therefore an unwillinging partner in the pact, and I do not understand the full implications of this dark compact Keisinger engineered.  What I am certain of is it was probably used by powerful mages when they truly
Lines[4]= feared defeat (although I suspect Otto was thinking of the Undying King when he made the pact, not me) and wanted an ultimate escape clause and chance for revenge, and that the pact, depending upon on how this new contest between myself and Otto resolves itself, could very well see us both locked into a private hell, doomed to fight each other in perpetuity for all eternity. &n  &n Damn, Otto, to hell.  His brash impudence and overreaching pride could cost us both dear, though
Lines[5]= I fear not for him of course but for myself.  Keisinger has already begun his attack upon me, but how can I fight back?  Killing the minor underworld creatures he sends against me will in the end avail me naught, as sooner or later I will fall to their endless onslaught, or perhaps more likely as his power grows once more he will be able to dispatch more powerful foes to try my strength.  I need to understand how to defeat Keisinger once and for all, and in such a manner
Lines[6]= as to escape any peril from the pact of eternal vengence. &n  &n My intuition tells me to seek further answers in Oneiros, the realm where Otto had previously fashioned his stronghold, and where he fell to the Scythe of the Celts at my hand. &n  &n But how to return there?   I myself do not know how and, despite my reputation, do not know who to turn to for help in this matter.  For now I will check the factory itself, for that was where Shadwell said the 'dogs' he saw vanished
Lines[7]= into and where the workers complained of odd occurences.  Perhaps I will unearth some clue or sign of entry for Keisinger's minons.  I am not without some power myself, and my ability to scrye is as strong as ever, perhaps even more so since my experiences on the Covenant estate. &n  &n Patrick

[London07]
Title=Jeremiah's Note
Lines[0]="Patrick, I must be brief.  I do not know whether you will chose to believe me, but I will proceede with the hope that you will.  When you killed the Guardian, after dispatching not only my siblings but myself as well, you lifted the compact that bound us to the Undying King, the Celtic King buried alive to seal the Guardian within the circle of stones on the island.  In essence, you saved our souls, not, I'm afraid, that all my siblings would thank you.  &n  &n I do, however,
Lines[1]= and although you do not know it, the terms of the pact between your foe, Keisinger, and the Guardian, allow for me to aid you,  although I cannot do so more than once.  As such I can only indirectly guide you right now, to start you on the road to Keisinger.  I must forebear my aid until it is most required. &n  &n  So, to business.  You must understand the pact and 'The Eternal Vengence' if you are to triumph.  Seek the Library in Oneiros, and Keisinger's
Lines[2]= old stronghold for clues.  You route to Oneiros is underground.  The Brotherhood of Saint George was here, guarding a small gateway. &n  &n Use your ability to scrye, find the buried key, it will be marked by a magic totem which you must dispel, then seek the gateway in the factory grounds.  Beware, though.  The gateway is active now, and you will not be alone for long.  Good luck, my old friend.  I know there is a risk you will not trust me, but by now you must know the Guardian manipulated me like a puppet,
Lines[3]= and I hope this knowledge will enable you to understand how thankful I am to be free of it, and of the curse that kept me alive though dead.  I owe you my soul, Patrick.  Now your own is in jepardy.  The Eternal Vengence is not to be taken lightly, nor the pact that binds you and Otto together in it.  &n  &n  A free soul at last, Jeremiah" &n  &n What am I to think?  Dare I trust Jeremiah's spirit.  I fear not, but I will follow his instructions, for there is nothing else to do. &n  &n  Patrick

[London08]
Title=Jeremiah
Lines[0]=Was that really Jeremiah?  First Otto and Lizbeth and now Jeremiah.  I am both haunted and hunted it would seem.  I defeated them all, yet their shades seem to seek me out from some unimaginable underworld.  How this relates to what I now know regarding Keisinger and the Eternal Vengence I do not know.  The factory was my destination anyway, and given that whatever I saw seemed to bekon me over, it would seem I am on the right trail. &n  &n Patrick

[London09]
Title=Lizbeth
Lines[0]=I live amongst maddness it seems.  Though I now fear Keisinger has returned I don't dare contemplate that the Covenant siblings have returned with him.  For now I will assume the apparition of Lizbeth was no more than a parlor trick of Otto's, a little joke to keep me unsettled while he gathers his strength.  But I will have the last laugh. &n  &n Patrick

[London10]
Title=My Thanks. Patrick
Lines[0]=Patrick, just a quick note to thank you for your sterling performance keeping things running smoothly at the factory.  It  would appear you are as good a building's manager as you are an occult investigator.  I trust the house is sufficient for your needs?  If not let me know and we'll see what you can do.  Peaceful nights are without price, and I shall never be able to thank you enough for enabling me to enjoy them once more. &n  &n David Walburton, London, September 1924

[london11]
Title=Energy Key
Lines[0]=I have the key Jeremiah spoke of.  It is some kind of energy key similar to the ones I encountered in Oneiros previously.  This itself makes me feel closer to returning to that desolete realm.  First though, I have to find the gateway.  Jeremiah said the route was underground and I should seek the enterance in the factory grounds.  I will search and see what I can uncover.  Soon, I feel, the familiar comfort of London will be left far behind. &n  &n Patrick

[london12]
Title=The Gateway
Lines[0]=I did not expect this.  An undergound temple of some kind, long forgetten and accessible only by use of the energy key.  In times past mages must have come and gone between our world and Oneiros, perhaps before the cataclysm which befell it and rednered it assunder.  Now, once more this ancient gateway is open between worlds, and I fear Jeremiah was right; I will not pass through to Oneiros unchallenged.  I must be wary.  &n  &n Patrick

[London13]
Title=The Route to Oneiros
Lines[0]=At last, the route to Oneiros is open to me.  I will seek the knowledge I need, and I will defeat Otto once more; and this time for good.  It would appear Jeremiah's assistance was both accurate and helpful, yet I hesitate to turst his shade further.  He played me for a fool before... but that was when he was both undead and in the possession of the Guardian of the Stones.  Free of his curse, is he truly tyring to help me?  Time will tell.  Now onwards to Oneiros. &n  &n Patrick

[london14]
Title=Ectoplasm
Lines[0]=Once more I have the ability to release ethereal bolts of ectoplasm from my hand.  Unreliable at far range, as I remember, the mystical damage was quite effective at close quarters. &n  &n Patrick &n &n &i journalart.ectoplasm &i &n &n

[london15]
Title=Dispel Magic
Lines[0]=The power to unweave magical spells and barriers is once more mine.  No doubt this ability will prove as useful as before. &n  &n Patrick &n &i journalart.dispelmagic &i

[london16]
Title=Skull Storm
Lines[0]=I had forgotten how truly strange this spell is.  As ever I am uneasy at the thought of holding the chattering skulls of those already dead in my hand, ready to propel them to do my bidding and strike my enemies.  No doubt such misgivings will disappear once I need to use this ability to preserve my life in the battle ahead. &n  Patrick &n &n &i journalart.skullstorm &i 


[london17]
Title=Amplifier Stone
Lines[0]=Strange.  The etheral flow of blood from Shadwell leads to this amplifier.  I don't understand how this can be, but this is not the time to refuse such a boon.  These stones enable me to increase the power and effectiveness of my spell casting. &n &n Patrick &n &n &i journalart.book_amplifier &i 