Warlock/lore

These journal entries have been written by Warlock as logs of each day spent during Clovercraft Season 4. 
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=== DAY 1 - ARRIVAL ===
----I am unsure what forces managed to pull me out of the trappings of the void just before my recontainment was to occur, but it was much appreciated. Even if their methodology was... less than perfect. A part of me has likely been left behind or been scattered somewhere else in this world. The staff is missing a piece of itself, just as I am missing pieces of myself. As always the prison reflects its prisoner.
Regardless, the staff is a greater issue than myself. As while I am sure it retains its indestructible nature (thankfully), it seems to be entirely nonfunctional.  Whatever aspect I have lost must have been critical enough to reduce me to having to survive like a neanderthal again.
I arrived to a hotel of some sorts, surrounded by strangers. Many of them odd beasts and beast-men. Some were more humanoid and the others were... gargantuan. I found myself unable to speak, so I resorted to stealing a sign from the establishment to communicate if need be. 
Refreshments and many other curiosities were available while we waited for our host to greet us. I took a few things, and collected the empty bottles these strangers scattered around the place. In a place like this, it's best to keep everything that might be useful. 
I did not quite catch everything as the chattering did not cease, but from my understanding an individual named "Zakar" who represents the "gods" has dragged all of us here due to our... legendary feats? I should listen to the record again when I have some spare time.
The purpose of dragging us all here was to participate in a competition. To entertain said gods. 
I have no intent of being entertainment, but I do have full intent of reaping any rewards I may find along the way. I am certain I can trick some of these gods into shedding their immortality and power. But, I would have to ensure my staff functions again if I were to attempt such an encounter. The landscape that surrounds us is representative of one of the many forms of heaven one may come up with. Vast floating islands as far as the eye can see. Pegasi, who seem to be having a bit of a medical issue, gallop across the sky. 
Of course, the lands seem to have an infestation issue of monsters when the night falls. 
As of right now, falling from the islands seems to return you to the hotel. This tells me several things.
- There is no way out
- Death is not final
- The hotel has a squid infestation.
When viewing the hotel from another island, one will spot a crystallised rainbow structure coming from beneath it. A "tunnel". A rainbow tunnel? A variation of the bridge from norse mythology perhaps. 
I have managed to traverse to an island where I met some other individuals, borrowing their campfire and a plot of their land to share in some spuds. I don't have the intent to be a charity at all times, but in these early moments of confusion and panic it is best to make yourself seem like a nonthreat, and a friend. This will buy me time to identify any real threats amongst the other individuals without putting an early marker on myself. Resources are scarce and it will only be a matter of time before someone decides that the valuables of another are worth killing over.
My home has been settled on a neighboring island, just on the edge of the desert biome. This will provide plenty space for many structures if need be.
I suppose it is about time to take note of the individuals I have met and spoken to- or at least have managed to observe. I likely have missed some as the situation was a little overwhelming to say the least.
The ghost
- A dead creature that is looking for his "trainer" that perished alongside him.
- He has no memory of how he died. 
- I offered to aid him if I find any information. He seems to be interested in aiding my cause as well in return.
Gigantic Canine
- Question mark tail
- Either he described himself as moldy or his name is moldy. I do not remember.
- He is intimidatingly large. 
- Has some weird relationship with... hot dogs?
Spider
- A bipedal spider
- Seems to be some sort of wild-west type.
- I don't remember if I caught her name.
- very murder-happy, watched her push someone off the islands within minutes of arriving to the islands.
The Rat
- I think I overheard his name? Wiz?
- Some sort of wizard, or perhaps artificer too. He has an artifact.
- He uses said artifact to make soup. Supposedly the best.
- I kind of want the soup honestly. Also, maybe I can request assistance with my predicament if he has any substantial magical knowledge.
- Assisted me when I got myself stuck on the hotel wall, I owe them a little something at least. 
The rabbit
- I struggle to remember her name, but she had also assisted me when i was stuck on the hotel wall. 
- She even handed me information from her explorations freely just when asked.
- I will certainly owe her a little something for these two things.
Lobo
- An elf
- Seems quite nice. I saw her with a dog at the beginning, this dog has gone missing.
- She has requested me to let her know if I see her dog at all. It wouldn't hurt to take a look around.
The clown
- a strange individual, but I enjoy his carefree nature.
- Seems like a real free spirit. 
The tiny person 
- I only saw this one bond with a chicken.
The moth-critter
- An odd small moth thing. Haven't had a chance to really speak with this one either.
Shark-guy
- Don't know much about him  but he has a terrifying jaw of many teeth.
- Seems prone to violence
=== DAY 2 - SOCIALISING ===
----Another day rises. I started today with a general patrol of my area, to seek any changes. Immediately, I found odd signs on the two ramshackle bridges that were constructed previously. Traffic cones and signs declaring it a "bad" bridge were placed around. I have collected one of the signs, but all in all I simply do not care enough about the safety of a bridge to care about this judgement.
Before I made my way towards the hotel to see if any of the other local residents were gathering, I had acquired a book and some inks to make communication a little easier. 
Much to my surprise, however, Wiz Wardo had already found a solution for that. Through a summoning ritual he conjured me an old artefact. Writing within this magic book permitted me speech, although my voice is... Cartoonish. This will do, however. Communication has been much easier since the acquisition of this book. 
It is troubling for me to find this amount of kindness in strangers. Though, Wiz Wardo is a rat. I suppose it may simply be in his nature as a highly social animal to be social.
I was intending to utilise the arrival of new interesting things in the hotel as a way to sneak in my own deposit box with a prompt to put in personal data, under the guise of Zakar requesting it. I have decided that for now, I may attempt to get this information through small talk. It may not be the time and people seem very willing to talk.
Within the hotel we found some changes. Notably, a voting system has been implemented. Initially we were unsure of what voting meant, but you gained rewards for doing so. You could vote on any other individual on the islands. I presumed that seeing as this was a gameshow, a vote would mean negative consequences for the poor sod that acquired the most of them. 
Curious for what one could get as a reward, I voted for myself. I was given a music disc. In order to use it i relieved the hotel of its jukebox. Zakar can come complain to me personally if its such a bother that I took it.  In the future I may vote for whoever has slighted me, I may as well enjoy myself. We found out later that being voted on sends you to hell. 
Falling down the islands now also sends you to hell. I witnessed Bee push Moldy down, and supposedly Sprout had fallen down. A multitude of other individuals managed to take a tumble- I only suspect that some of them had to have done so intentionally. Or are people that clumsy around here?
An assignment system with some sort of rewards tied to them if you win was also introduced, but didn't draw as much interest for the time being. 
I met some more individuals, Cedar being one of them. She desired an alliance. I saw no harm in a positive relationship, though Cedar's insinuation that someone may be in the ownership of my vocal chords was... less than desired. If it is the case, I really may have to haphazardly MAKE some new vocal chords and then implement them where the missing ones were. I refuse to be at the mercy of another in this regard. Also, I would have to kill them. I could hire Minerva to do my dirty work.
Cedar seems to act as a parental figure to Bee.
Boris is a man-sized squirrel, and seems to be involved in black market organ trade. I agreed that we could help eachother out in that regard if need be. Wouldn't hurt. He exploded on stage during Trent's performance.
The performance was enjoyable, though I do prefer the odd surreal feeling that the disc I acquired gives me when i listen to it. Mesmerizing, I'd call it.
My staff continues to be more or less nonfunctional. It responds, but nothing seems to occur. 
Sometime during this day I tagged along with a group towards Moldy's home, to explore a dungeon. We didn't find it in the end, as it had already been raided, but Moldy was kind enough to share me some of the details on what was found within and the type of dungeon. It was a simple one, so nothing too exciting unfortunately. He requested that I do not vote for him. I found no reason to. He seems to bring enough enemies and trouble to himself simply by existing. His staff was lost.
I also ran into Minerva speaking to Bee. It seems that Bee's father is a ruler of a hell. She is apparently seven, which explains her childlike behaviour. The gods apparently don't seem to have much thought when it comes to bringing a child into what will likely turn into a bloodbath someday. Minerva seemed confused that I wasn't sure if i had parents at all. Logic would dictate yes, I would. But things have been so all over the place for me these past many years that it wouldn't surprise me that I didn't have them. If i had access to my archives I could have confirmed these things, probably.
Though accessing my old archives would be difficult... I despise the sanctions placed upon me.
I explored the land. The islands stretch beyond the blue barrier, suggesting there will be more to find in the future. There is a gigantic oversized tree. I will have to explore what is held within the islands themselves as well, at some point. Here's some loose notes about the things I spotted.
- 3 statues in a sequence depicting a person falling to their knees, then standing up with wings bursting from their back. I presume this is a depiction of the idea of "ascension".
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- Nearby the same location is a vast amount of crying obsidian with what i would presume is the "sword in the stone" that Arisa told me about. There is a gate at the very bottom.
- another set of temple ruins, with a statue depicting an angel figure.
- In general camp ruins littered about, old settlements. Perhaps not the first people on these islands?
=== DAY 3 - HATRED ===
----I write this from the burning pits of hell after I willingly dove into them. Mostly because I had nothing to lose. My staff is missing, I will kill whoever has stolen it from me. They will suffer. They have made an enemy.
My first suspect is sprout. He had my speech book, returning it to me kindly. But not my staff? Not suncatcher? Not my notes? I don't even care about those fascinating valuables and artefacts anymore if my STAFF is MISSING. All of those things fell in the same location. I will have to investigate him. He lives with moldy, doesn't he?
Moldy will owe me the permission to search their premises for my items. 
It has been many, many years since I have felt this kind of fury. I have been kind! Helpful! I offered to aid that little man out of goodwill! And if it is not sprout I will have to tally everyone who went in and were present when I had perished.
Arisa, Minerva, Cedar, Trent, Moldy, Varmint, Nova, Bee... Those were the relevant ones at least. All of my things were taken before Wiz had even gone in. And even then I doubt that Wiz would play with my trust like that. 
Maybe Cedar? Cedar has a cursed crown on. It could have told her to steal it. To hide it from me. To lie to me about it and placate me with gifts and sympathy. And in my distress I said I would tell her about the staff? About its importance? Perhaps not. I'm allowed to retract my statements. Sharing information freely? Like that? Its out of character. I was distraught! Stressed! Desperate! It couldn't have been trent. he lost his items too, I even witnessed the items laying about in the dungeon. They must have been taken by the same individual too. Neither could it have been Arisa, she perished early on and didn't return. Also, everyone calls her tiffany for some reason? I will just roll with it.
Bee is always a suspect of any crime because she is an impressionable child. She will be a liability in the long run if people start utilising her innocence for acts of vandalism and theft. Though, in this case, supposedly she just arrived when me and Trent returned to find our things. 
It had to have been those two- Sprout and Moldy. Those two little shits. I'm going to hold their valuables hostage if I find them. 
What else did I do today? Important to note things down. Important. Voted for bee, according to my whims. She probably would be fine in hell yes. Hell beast. Fits in hell. Possibly stole my horse. (I found the horse again later), maybe not after all. May have been trent or cedar or whatever. Got a golden apple for it. Wonderful.
No one here does laundry apparently. They either are sitting around in their clothes or have an endless wardrobe hiding somewhere.
Camille is a wizard that has some form of fertility magic? He caused Sprout to get melon-pregnant. I will never touch a melon willingly again. Sprout's pregnancy was swiftly aborted. Disturbing. Never want to think about that again. 
Moldy's hotdogs were stolen and he started going mad. It was rather funny to see him slowly lose it. Glad to see im not the first one to be taken by the madness. Then again can I say that if i've already gone mad years ago? Who knows. I'm normal. He was getting antsy at everyone, accusing them of stealing his staff and his hotdogs. I told him I have nothing to lose and threw myself into hell where supposedly his things were last seen by trent. The bell tolled and apparently, the mystery machine had decided that I was voted off. I will not take the votes personally, the allure of free goodies would drive any weak minded person to vote on someone who has never wronged them.
Besides it would not have changed much, I was already going to hell of my own volition.
It has been some hours since I last wrote in this entry. I have slightly calmed down as the fires of hell surround me.
Only slightly. 
sprout had the steaks i had looted off of someone elses remains. I will pay an uninvited visit to his residence as soon as I am out of here. Permission is not required, the evidence points to him far too much. I do not know where cedar lives. This is an issue. I should hunt down all living quarters of every individual on this island- Is there a way to steal the data from the legendary base competition? I'm sure no one would mind me taking a peek. 
I have collected myself once more and decided my plan for the coming while.
1. Investigate the individuals that fell down with me. They will likely know the way out already, as each of them have been down here before. Convenient that they were all clumsy enough earlier to map out the path for me.
2. Acquire a carrot on a stick and collect my pegasus from the cake island. It should still be there. If not, I will steal a pegasus. 
3. Interrogate sprout
4. Interrogate Cedar 
5. Acquire gold so I can pay Minerva to assassinate and/or rob whichever of the two was responsible for stealing my staff because I'm certainly in no position to do such things. I'm no marksman, I'm a scholar. 
After all of this is complete I will begin preparations for my proper work facilities. Need some surgical equipment, alchemical stations, improved smelteries. Much to do.
=== DAY 4 - AN ODDLY GOOD DAY (pending) ===
----come back next week chief
=== DAY 5 - n/a ===
----Text here yippee!!
=== DAY 6 - n/a ===
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