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

[XiolabJE1A]
Title=Arrival
Objectives=

Lines[0]=My torturous hunt continues. Where it has now taken me, I know not.  I entered this realm through the portal on the island that Lizbeth called the Gates of Shadow. Our souls briefly intertwined in the chapel and she cleansed my soul hence permitting my passage through the next portal.  

Lines[1]=&n&n I appear to be in a large, stuffy cavern lit only by a shimmering pool of what looks like water.  The air smells of death and the walls drip with dank moisture. The pool looks deceptively cool yet I feel warm air rising from it that reeks of sulfur.  

Lines[2]=&n&n Still not fully comprehending the horror of Otto and Lizbeth as Master and Submissive, I must continue with great caution.  I shall not faulter. I shall not fail in my quest to end Otto's reign.  

Lines[3]=&n&n~P

[XiolabJE1B]
Title=Maddening
Objectives=

Lines[0]=This is maddening. The stench in these twisting tunnels is over powering. They appear to have been abondoned for many generations. The air grows ever thicker and stale as I continue in my quest. I feel hundreds of years of decay and rot seeping into my flesh. 

Lines[1]=&n&nI doubt the howlers that I have encountered are native to this realm. Yet I dare not imagine what its original inhabitants were like, having to slither through these tunnels and breathe this wretched air. 

Lines[2]=I must find fresh air and water quickly.  &n&n ~P

[XiolabJE1C]
Title=Cavern Alter
Objectives=

Lines[0]=This was undoubtedly used to practice the dark arts, as nothing else could explain the strange aperture in the ceiling, this huge altar in the center of the cavern... the demonic creatures that guard these passages.  

Lines[1]= &n&nThis could be the remnants of some sort of ancient summoning ritual. Or an ancient sacrifice. This cavern is filled with the sounds of the tormented and lost souls that were sacrificed here. What horrible death have I doomed myself to?  I must find a way to up that terrace near the aperture.  Maybe there is a passage or stair nearby.  &n&n ~P

[XiolabJE2A]
Title=Escape
Objectives=

Lines[0]=What in God's name was that?!  The terror of those demonic skeletons that guard the alter was multiplied by an onslaught of creatures not from this land. Their desire for flesh was enraged by my escape of their sacrificial ritual. The Dri'nen somehow have been brought here along with several howlers of immense stature and speed.  What has Otto done?!

Lines[1]=&n&nIn ancient times, the sacrificial ritual must have been horrific and sudden.  Somehow they summoned the heavens to unleash its fury on innocent victims.  In the blink of an eye, flesh must have been incinerated on the bone.  And the upper ravine appeared to be an amphitheater and was undoubtedly used for on-lookers. How could a race gain from such a barbaric ritual?  

Lines[2]=&n&nI am fortunate for having escaped with my life.  &n&n ~P

[XiolabJE2B]
Title=Survival
Objectives=

Lines[0]=Finding Otto matters not. This realm will be the death of me for I am exhausted. It challenges every fiber of my determination to continue. These incessant creatures are a mix of ancient gaurdians remaining from a long extinct race and foul beings undoubtedly brought here by Otto for his own sick amusement.

Lines[1]=&n&nIn a lower level, I discovered what appears to an ancient hall where the skeletons of captured interlopers were on 'display' along with their belongings. Almost as a show of honor and respect, the dead's belongings had been laid at their feet.  Rather extraordinary.  From the looks of the items, the dead appear to have been Trsanti men and women from many different generations. 

Lines[2]=Yet what would drive a civilization to devise such elaborate means to sacrifice a life while honoring dead Trsanti thieves and plunderers?

Lines[3]=&n&n~P

[XiolabJE2C]
Title=
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[XiolabJE3A]
Title=Balbee Journal
Objectives=

Lines[0]= Day 2

Lines[1]= &n I still know not the dark magic that brought me here. It's evil tentacles ensnaring me suddenly. It is clear that many of my brother fell prey just as I. Brought to this foresaken and forgotten land for reasons unknown. Yet a few of them have come here upon their own will. Following a man they call Keisinger. Over the years, I have only heard rumors and drunkards speak of such a man. More of a sorcerer and conjurer of spirits than a man I thought. I fear that I underestimated those rumors.

Lines[2]= If it was he who opened the portal at the center of the ravine, his dark arts and powers are far beyond those of even the most revered Trsanti Shaman. 

Lines[3]= &n&n But why do several of my brothers come here willingly? What has Keisinger promised them? What spoils of thievery are there to be had? I know not. But one thing is certain. They have grown ever more anxious since Keisinger brought them here. Although it has been but a few days, I doubt they expected to be left behind for so long. Earlier, I heard a pair argue over guarding the far entrance of the ravine.  Guarding it from who or from what?

Lines[4]= &n&n Day 3

Lines[5]= &n More strange creatures continue to be brought here. They appear suddenly from the portal in the center of the ravine. The menacing ring of tusks must have formed an ancient altar many, many lifetimes ago. It is apparant that this Keisinger has opened this portal for reasons unknown to me. What is known is that these foul creatures were not meant to share the same realm. Some have met a gruesome and quick death. Their flesh and bone fully consumed by the howlers

Lines[6]= or flying stalkers that flourish here. A rare few have fled, climbing the cavern walls to escape in search of refuge.

Lines[7]= &n&n A bizarre, hulking race of men came through the portal earlier. They arrived in pairs and with skilled use of some form of crossbow they quickly forced the howlers to the upper ledges of the ravine. These primitive men fear nothing. They may be several steps down on the evolutionary ladder, but they have certainly mastered creating rudimentary weapons.  

Lines[8]= &n&n Day 4

Lines[9]= &n I fear my life is hanging by a thread. I alone remain. Many of my brothers having either been mauled by foul creatures or taken their own lives to end their misery. My bullets are in terrifyingly short supply. This dark, dank tunnel offers me little hope. I shiver with the cold the damp air brings. It's been several days now...several days and nights without sleep. This meager refuge will be my tomb. I await the horrible death that I have been doomed to. &n&n ~ Balbee Kanstaruu

[XiolabJE4A1]
Title=Shared Lineage
Objectives=

Lines[0]= So it has come to this. Two worlds collide? The first realm that I was brought to was a very ancient civilization, long abondoned and forgotten. The second realm appears to be an advanced people who have mastered the working of iron and have harnessed the power of lightning. Or are they one in the same? A shared lineage perhaps? They could be the same people with the ravine serving as their link to the past. So very intriguing.

Lines[1]= &n&nBut the markings on the door latch and the strange sounds as it opened cause me great concern. The markings are like none I have ever seen or imagined. While this forbidden land does not drain the life from me such as Oneiros did, it is unsettling to say the least. &n&n ~P

[XiolabJE4A2]
Title=More Markings
Objectives=

Lines[0]= How on earth did the Trsanti get in here?! That is rather troubling indeed. There is no way they made it past those bolts of lightning guarding the entrance. They must have found another way in. And now more of those bizarre markings like the door latch. These particular markings glow and flicker as if powered by electricity. Their harnessing of electricity is far more advanced than I could imagine.   

Lines[1]= &n&n ~P

[XiolabJE4B1]
Title=Strange Apparatus
Objectives=

Lines[0]= What kind of strange apparatus is this? It could be a torture device or a machine used to summon ungodly demons to this realm such as the portal in the ravine. What great race could create such a device? As with many others, it appears to harness electricity in some way.

Lines[1]= &n&n Dare I attempt to work this electrical demon?  Damn Otto. This cat and mouse game is forever maddening. I fear what this may unleash. No matter how great my fear, I see no other method to proceed.

Lines[2]= &n&n ~P

[XiolabJE4B2]
Title=Insight
Objectives=

Lines[0]= At first glance this extraordinary device appears to contain a map left behind for others to follow. Yet after close examination I believe it to be much more than that. It contains a number of entries and is likely a record of sorts, rather like a diary. It is full of the same elaborate markings and glyphs that is undoubtedly the language of this great race.

Lines[1]= &n&n While this electric device is far beyond my intellect, it is amazingly intuative. I feel as if it sensed my curiosity and lack of understanding. The 'pages' were slowly revealed as they floated in thin air.  Utterly stunning.

Lines[2]= &n&n &n&n There is no telling how long it has been here. Judging by the condition of this massive underground structure and it's contents, it appears as though its inhabitants left with purpose and order. They left behind rather limited belongings and managing to set up their defenses.  However, someone - or something - left this device behind with due cause.

Lines[3]= &n&n &n&n &n&n As I probed deeper and deeper, I was amazed to find a sketched figure near the final entry . . . . .

Lines[4]= &i journalart.howler1 &i

Lines[5]= &n&n A howler. After the howler sketching, the markings and glyphs continue but are far more brief. 

Lines[6]= &n&n From what I have seen of this structure and learned from this device, I can surmise that the howlers and other creatures came upon this land - likely in limited numbers at first - and then by the hundreds. Thus in turn forcing these 'people' to segregate certain areas of the structure, gather their belongings and retreat to safer refuge. 

Lines[7]= For some reason this device was left behind by a scared inhabitant that must have been the last to escape and found the main passage locked or occupied by howlers. &n&n I know not the danger that lies ahead or how this mystery shall unravel but I shall press on indeed.

Lines[8]= &n&n ~P

[XiolabJE5A]
Title=
Objectives=

Lines[0]= As far as I can estimate, that strange device was a sort of elaborate power generator. How fantastic! Evidently, it provides power to this section of the structure. Luckily, the Trsanti were overtaken before they could activate the apparatus.  

Lines[1]= &n&n But where in God's name am I? It's as if I'm in another place and time. Such things in this realm are unimagineable - the symbols on the machinery, the incredible tube that accelerated my body without any mechanical means, and the brilliance of the power generator. Utterly stunning. Have I under estimated Otto's abilities? These things cannot be of his hand. Yet simply possessing the knowledge that such a place exists gives him the advantage. I must find him and find him soon.

Lines[2]= &n&n ~P

[XiolabJE5B]
Title=Otto
Objectives=

Lines[0]= Some things never change. Once again, when challenged by me Otto has fled. Escaping to yet another hidden refuge to plot his next move no doubt. 

Lines[1]=&n&n He has taunted, attacked, and gloated over me for the last time. I shall hunt him down with every fiber of my being. I will take great pleasure in forcing him to cower at my feet.

Lines[2]=&n&n ~ P

[XiolabJE6A]
Title=Justice
Objectives=

Lines[0]= At long last, Otto's time has come.  It appears as though his slaves and minions have finally turned on him in a brutal mutiny.  &n&nI only wish that I could have remained to see the final blow . . . . yet I suspect they would have undoubtedly concentrated their rage upon my head as well.  

Lines[1]=&n&n ~ P

[XiolabJE6B]
Title=Mutiny
Objectives=

Lines[0]=Great as I am, even I must admit that I underestimated them.  Their minds being weak and simple, I have been able to rule over these pitiful creatures and races for dozens of men's lifetimes.  The Verago.  The Sil Lith inhabitants.  The Scarrows.  The howlers.  The Trsanti.  The Dri'nen.  The Monto Shoi.  The flickering stalkers.  The JeMaas.  And of course, the Covenants and my Lizbeth.  Every one of them I controlled at will.  My magic and powers were unmatched by their rudimentary weapons and weak minds.   

Lines[1]=&n&nYet at long last, it has somehow come to this.  A cataclysmic upheaval and mutiny that could undoubtedly shift the balance of power.  What they lack in weaponry and magic, they compensate for in numbers and bloodthirst.  Somehow I failed to detect their ever increasing dissent and desire for vengence.  Was it the Irishman that distracted me?  

Lines[2]=Or had their weak minds and weak wills grown stronger over the millennia?  It matters not.  What's done is done.  

Lines[3]=&n&nThe same vicious and relentless hate that I had enraged within them for so long has now come to bear upon me.  Their initial onslaught came swiftly and without mercy.  I endured wave upon wave of the onslaught before escaping through a portal to Eternal Autumn.  Yet, Eternal Autumn was no longer a haven.  My vengeful minions were lying in wait ready to strike their final death blow . 

Lines[4]=&n&nDespite my incredible fatigue, I was able to defend myself just long enough to escape to this island, the Gates of Shadow.  Only to find that my portals had been destroyed and that many more of my slaves waiting to unleash their revenge upon me.  I again endured their wrath and prevailed.  A dare not say that I was triumphant for the lengthy battle had utterly consumed all but my last remnant of power.  I barely won the battle yet this war is far from over.  With my mind a haze, I scribble this account in haste . . . . 

Lines[5]=&n&nI must rest in Oneiros.  There I shall find safe refuge.  There I must rest or else I fear that . . . . that I shall perish.

Lines[6]= &n&nOtto
