I dreamed this time. It does seem I need rest but only a few hours and only after much work. I will need to feed today to see if it is because of my lack of energy. The hound needs to get something to before he eats my employee ( Read more... )

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I... Fell asleep... When I woke I have feared eons might have passed and I would be in some forgotten temple under some mountain or sea. Seems the normally thing for our kind and our favored servants. You can image my surprise when it had only been a few hours and I awoke in my shop. At first I feared it might have been some trick of elder magic ( Read more... )

I have been given permission by what passes for gods here to being to offer my services. It is never wise to tread on the feet of reigning gods. Trust me I should know. So Now that the basics are in place and I have collected parts I will begin work in earnest ( Read more... )

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I have managed to move one of these prolific terminals into the back of my work shop to make note taking and tome keeping easier. I am currently looking to unraveling it's other uses I might put it to. But for now it is just more convenient to have it here ( Read more... )

I find my place here perplexing. These limited senses have left me as but a insect of my former self. I can only hope I can reclaim some measure of my former self. This location called the junkyard shows promises so many discarded items that the beings here do not understand their untapped properties. While limited I can at lest still sense the ( Read more... )

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I find that this place has an innumerable number of these chronicling artifacts with which I can transcribe my passing events here. I have chosen to make most of my entries into these artifacts using the limiting dialect of the primary mortals here who refer to themselves as humans. I find that when I leave this realm that there should be some mark ( Read more... )