In Solpyre's Chamber
In the dark places beneath blood soaked hill and booze soaked halls there is a passage that leads downward into the earth. The walls are rough hewn and shadows fill the corners and cracks. One such shadow conceals a small fissure in the rock, down near the floor, where only the groping hand of a dwarf on his knees could find it. At first the fissure might seem too narrow to squeeze into but a persistent dwarf could do it, with time and a few unpleasant contortions. Any dwarf who did would find that the fissure leads through the wall and opens out into a small chamber after only a yard or so. The chamber is a near perfect sphere with egg shell smooth walls. There are uneven lines of writing running in a circle around the entrance, mostly written in rusty red but here and there engraved into the stone.
I found it. I made it, this place. The teeth led me here and it was waiting. It was here and I was waiting to find it. Teeth make tiny clicking noises if you drop them, then they bounce away. The teeth led me here CLICK CLICK CLICK. Yes, as if they knew it would be the perfect place. I was more careful after that. Mouths carry teeth so easily but I carry teeth one at a time now.
The lines of writing begin to move outward from the ring around the entrance into a expanding spiral.
Begin at the beginning. His hand had clauses from holding poles so much. His hand dove into the bin I was carrying like a dagger into flesh at the table. It came out holding the blue thing. BLUE SHARPNESS TOO NEAR THE EYE TOO NEAR. Yes, he held it up to the light to look at it and I saw. In my head. In the reflection of his blue face. Tiny reflection, sharp and clear I saw. I dropped the bin on my foot. I knew, I didn’t have to watch what happened later, I already knew.
I couldn’t tell anyone. I tried, it was like the word he says. He has to say the word , he has to, no choice. SHOUT RED WORD TO THE CEILING. It was like that, the opposite of that. No choice, had to be silent.
I didn’t have to watch what happened but I did. Something broke, I heard it. Something else broke too, silently. He only said the word once. It wasn’t enough. The word wanted more, saying it wasn’t enough he had to DO IT. No choice, CARNAGE.
After the red word stopped and he was dead. Free from the word, that red word, wouldn’t set him free, not after the thing broke. I found the first thing that broke, afterwards. Didn’t know what to do with it until the teeth led me here. BLUE THING NEW-MADE UNMADE. His teeth. Just one more thing to do and then I’ll be free of him. He is free of the red word and after I finish the picture I’ll be free of him.
In the center of the chamber floor is a spearhead made of blue garnet all craftdwarfship is of the finest quality. It is broken.
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Its been awhile since Ive done much writing, feels good. As this unusual jurnal indicates I am working on the picture of The Master's final mad battle.
@Talvieno please do. I drew it using a paused futurama episode after rereading through all the stuff I'd missed on here. The I couldn't get the image of a zapp line spewing Brannigan dorf combined with the DF version of what Spiderman looked like when he sensed danger in the (really) old comics.
EDIT: out of my head^
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