9/1/2023 0 Comments Steam darkest dungeon guide![]() ![]() Yet we were victorious, and thus we press on. I keenly feel his absence even as I remember voiding myself upon seeing his lifeless body fall, blood pouring from his screaming mouth, some cruel knife having rent his lungs to gore. We fought in the East Gallery, filled with portraits of our ancient lineage, uncaring witnesses to the slaughter.Īlhazred, the fiery heartbeat of our retinue, wrought keen havoc in our enemy’s ranks. We were jolted during our evening’s repast, the best we could make in these murky halls of our once great house, from the roar and flash of black powderĪll we could find was his spent pistol and a trail of blood leading into a maze of shadows. ![]() Perhaps they will build him the memorial he rightly deserves. I will leave what is left of thrice-damned Mizir and his trinkets to the swine-folk. I will return with Cuthbert’s banner and Boleyn’s crossbow so as to honor them with a proper burial. Where it came from, I cannot begin to guess, though it bears the sigil of the estate’s ancestral owner. Thus the desecration must resume another time.Ĭurious, there is a ring in my pocket. My wounds are too severe to allow the completion of our - my task. I now find myself back in the warrens, among the remains of my companions. The only thing I can recall after was falling swiftly into blackness. Purple ichor splashed my face and my very soul shook as it bellowed. I leapt and drove my axe into the creature’s many eyes. With Cuthbert slain and as Boleyn fell, I was driven by rage. The occultist, as if to offer himself as tribute, was torn apart by its writhing limbs! I recall how a piece of its flesh sloughed off and of it’s own twisted accord sprang onto Boleyn, piercing her stout plate! I see Cuthbert hacking at the quivering appendages of the monster. It is merciful only fragments of our battle remain in my psyche. In that same instant we found ourselves in a place of suffocating dark, facing a creature that defies description and whose recollection causes my quill to jump and shudder! It cradled a pulsing red orb, glowing with malevolent light.Ĭuthbert, Boleyn and I hesitated, but thrice-damned Mizir, driven by crazed impulse, thrust his torch in a hidden receptacle and thus sealed our fate! It looked as if obsidian had been grown and twisted into a dark symbol of worship. Our purpose was to desecrate their animalistic shrines and thus disperse the swine-folk.īut soon we came across an artifact.This was far beyond the crude fetishes crafted by the pig men. I tried to play hero, to buy them a few moments.blew away one of the smaller monsters.last shot.then smashed into the wall.the big one.maybe they made it out. Poor Moira was crushed into a pulp as Therion defended her - he soon lost his arm and his wits left him, “Shambler! Shambler!” he kept shrieking as Raeven yanked him to flee. We were ambushed by strange undulating shapes, 2 small entities that I cannot hope to describe and a third, much larger beast. My fingers are cold… It was no trap, nor raving cultist that sealed my fate. My End - I scrawl this, victim of cruel Fortune, who took me up on my wager for I have lost my lucky coin and I now lie helpless as my blood flows swiftly from my ruined body. ![]() The most devout of us, Therion, prayed softly for our safety, superstitious but well intentioned I suppose.ĭay 7 - We tangled with some unruly louts.ĭay 8 - Moira has been afflicted with sickness, it must have been some rotting air from a coffin she insisted on piercing with her spade.Īs terrible as this place is, I know I will not fall for any trap nor crazed idiot. Sleep was difficult until Raeven, one of my companions, passed me a bitter concoction. We all felt it but did our best to shrug it off. I went swiftly to the tavern - others with similar interests had gathered there and I was assembled into an expedition.ĭay 6 - As we travelled from the hamlet, an eerie dread grew. When it revealed its ruined face, I swore had never seen such neglect, some buildings collapsed, and uncaring residents fidgeting uselessly. Ravens carried cryptic notes that there was a person, or persons who was pledging coin for services best left unmentioned in a hamlet I had never heard of.ĭay 4 - The road to this damned hamlet was a tricky one, both to find and to travel. Day 1 - Rare are travellers on the roads this autumn, and rather than starve I pressed my last coin into the hand of one who dealt in rumours and shadows. ![]()
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