Squeelig Nurgh the XIII of Venedict, - Chaplain of the Bubonic Court.

Entry 1: (Day + 15) Stupid little gnomes. Noisy little gnomes. Squealing little gnomes. Annoying little gnomes. Why do they talk so much? Why did -she- not listen and leave! I can't but think that by freeing my brothers, I did the right thing. So what if they ate the child and the father in revenge? It was their -due- for the suffering these two clumbering bears had done to my people. She was simply collateral damage. I should have removed her tongue. It would have spared me the charade and having to run away from these Hoarites.

Gullible. Gullible she was, however and how fun it was to see them run around panicked by this. At least, I had some pleasure in this and the last laugh was mine. It was entertaining to see!

Entry 2: (Day + 17) Oooh. Some junk-o tried to split me in half in the Crone. Ain't that a shame his axe slip and he didn't make it? Well, now he is dead... eaten by the rats under the city as it deserved it.

Really a efficient way to dispose of a body. It makes it clean. Sparkling white bones and feeds some hungry mouth... I really should advertise it.

Entry 3: (Day + 19) Found myself a brother... An Oath-taker as he calls himself. He is willing to undertake the research on the liquids seeping from the Machine.

Funniest thing is that we were exploring by the tranquil caves for ailments and reagents and this troll witch-doctor was feeding on some corpse. Turned out to be an unlucky druid. Troll tried to bargain his life away thinking that if he ate the corpse, the corpse would turn into a troll (Reproductive system?). Ah well.

Entry 4: (Day + 20) Rats under the city. Chosens, they call themselves. Seems they are hungry for a very specific type of flesh. Svirfneblin flesh and there was this docked boat filled with this precious precious svirfneblin flesh just here in the city.

It was a good contract. Easy to lure the dwarf party somewhere and then finish the job. Svirfneblin got chopped into tiny little meat cubes and ingested to this thing called "The Appetite". Apparently, it will only woke up if you feed it svirfneblin flesh and when it wakes up.... well. Best not write about it.

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Close to waking up too, apparently.

List: LOTHOR

DEEPINGDALE

- DEDERICH

A squeaky little one has told me there would be good things for that one.

Entry 5: (Day + 23) Met some good lot today... Harsh survivors. Pocket-plane was it? The Learned paid us for some cleaning.. Had to ditch a kobold and another miss. Collateral again. People at the wrong place at the wrong time?

What a mistake to make. Keep your eyes shut to the business others, walk out when they deal and leave their shit to themselves. That's how it works, here.

Seems they shot down one of the guard dogs too. Good one that.

Thoughts: (1361) From the Sewers of Waterdeep to the sewers of Traensyr... From Ghaunadaur to freedom...

We have had a long journey together, you all and I. I remember the olde times at the pier and the docks, raiding with the family.

King Kratchill Putricett the Third, Viceroy Nuurgliith, Seer Morskiiath the Grey, ...

They're somewhere else right now, I can still feel their influence on my blood knowing that they are still alive. No matter, It comes to me to rebuild the family and what comes a perfect little settlement of humanoids to feed and infect... Oh, mercy that I have waited for so long at the hands of the Ghaunadauran to finally acquire -information- on these... humanoids.

But for now... they are stronger, but I is the smartest. Yes. Must find a way to infect...

With the rats of Dunwarren as my subjects, they will help me spread whatever beautiful creation I will invent, but I must find the ingredients... Yes. The ingredients...

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Rotting Death, 153.

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Slaad disease?

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Dunwarren Mutagen

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Entry 6: (Day + 27) Seems the tough ones I had met have seen fit to battle the Hoarans to the Death... Solves my own problem even thought that deep down, I enjoyed the competition of being hunted... It was... Exhilariting. Ah well, I believe it is far from being over with the number of witnesses to this incident.

We shall have to wait and see...

In the meantime, I have a prey to catch.

Entry 7: (Day + 28) Viceroy Squeakliish the 5th has found my scent... We are finally reunited as father and son. Emperor and Advisor... Yes. He has taught me much. I will give him a special chamber in the Sewers with dozens of Rat-concubines at his orders.

Entry 8: (Day + 29) Another day. Another Coin.

Complications arise. I believe some hunters have figured out my scent and spotted my place amongst the Lower denizens. A waiting game to see if my intuition is correct or not. I shall have to be an inch more careful than usual.

These development aside, the unlucky one died in the gutter this day. She escapes. She makes death threat. She insults -me- and then she is careless.

A strange combination...

Perhaps death was part of her plan? Either way, with all the recent demises in the streets, the ground is shaking, mourning and shivering... Best not let arrogance gain my senses. If I must remain amongst my people for a bit until the scent of blood pass away, so be it.

P.S. Follow one named Adella. She seems familiar to me.

List: LOTHOR

DEEPINGDALE

DEDERICH

He didnt plan to stop his crusade against the Chosen-Rats. . . I feel a bit shameful in dining on such an eve with his blank stare head staring back at me in the sewers. It makes a nice puppet, I admit.

Dederich: "Chosen rats killed my family. What would Tempus do?"

Dederich: "Tempus would ride his war-ride and come bashing open the doors to hell with his hammer bringing death to as many of you rat-bastards as possible. That's what Tempus would do, Vermin."

Squeelig: "Please! Pretty human, Squeelig only wants his people to be left alone to their own survival. Yes he does!"

Dederich: "ALONE?! You are the ones who pester us with your raids. Your kidnappings of our children. Your ... madness! I will purge every last one of you out of this hell hole as if I were Tempus himself."

Squeelig: "Please! Squeelig begs human to spare his kind and let them live on their own. He cannot answer for each and every of Verminkin, but he answers for himself that he does not wish to battle humanoids for the sheer act of it!"

Dederich: "NEVER!"

...And so our brave heroic faced the cold-blooded reptilian logic of the Tempuran Councilor. What did he do? Well, he did what Tempus would do, of course! Fight.

...However, unknown to the villain, Dederich. Our hero had more than an awful of crafty tricks in his pouch and was able to bring the Warlord and his cohort to his knees, asking them to reconsider their eternal warfare against the verminkin to no avail...

Squeelig: "And so the claws of the servant of Talona prove greater than the steel of the servant of Tempus. . . But Squeelig is not without mercy. He wishes you to live verminkin alone and he will spare you."

Dederich: "I spoke my words and I shall keep them. Your kind will die and I shall be the warlord that cause them to fail."

Squeelig: "So be it, Human. For I shall be a blight upon your city and everything I touch shall wither and die until from the diseased and broken corpses of your civilization, a new era of peace and prosperity shall arise for the Verminkin."

"Such are the words of the Most Holy Blight of Talona and so shall they be respected... whether through the plague that is to come or by my singular claws."

Experimentation 10A Subject: Dederich Experimenter: Squeelig Goal: Anatomical analysis of action/reaction pathways in the typical humanoid

Removal of the protective skin surface:

In order to access the more interesting parts of the humanoid anatomy, one must first remove the mundane skin who'se role seems to simply be mere protection or holding of valuable inner organs and the red viscuous blood.

One must be careful in order to avoid red and blue colored tubes during incisions as their perforation will make the red viscuous blood leak into the regions of interest. A careful cleaning using sewage water will be required in order to make the regions of interest applicable for studying yet again.

Once the first layer of the skin has been removed using the precision cutting tool. One should reveal a more fibrous tissue sparkled with smaller whiteish morcels. These smaller white morcels do not seem to have any value to the anatomical structure and should be removed (Rats love these for a reason I ignore). Once the cleaning of these white morcels has been achieved, one can begin more careful analysis of the underlying tissue.

Electrical prodding of the tissue:

Strange is the humanoid anatomy as mere electricity from a svirfneblin prod can -induce- movement in the fibrous tissue of the unliving corpse of the Subject. One should not be alarmed as the movement is due to the fibrous tissue simply compressing when prod with a jolt of electricity. It seems that mere actions and reactions of the fibrous tissue which induce movements in a living humanoid are due to electrical signals sent... by... most likely the heart region as many smaller fibers seem to innervate every part of the facial fibrous tissue and link it to the bulb situated at the back of the skull.

Paralytic shutdown:

Conclusion of the anatomical analysis of the Subject seems to show that by applying concussive collision with the bulbous region at the back of the skull, One could induce a generalized paralysis to -every- fibrous tissues within a humanoid body by disrupting the jolt or electrical stimulation required for movement. More research would be required on living organism in order to conclude these findings. As well, I doubt the findings would generalize to non-living subjects and non-humanoid subjects, but we will have to experiment further in order to achieve full understanding of these mechanisms.

Entry 9: (Day + 35) Fed the rats with some more gnome meat today.

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They liked it.

Entry 10: (Day + 35) Got my pay, but he wishes to speak ... more in detail? An exchange of favors...

I will have my rats enter the fortress. Pieces of the puzzle are starting to elude me.

The journal is rotting away in the Sewers sadly wondering what happened to its owner.