Dwarf Fortress Succession Game III:Jawmetal

Of COURSE Gand(alf) is a wizard. He was a sane overseer who didn't run the fort into the ground. Also, he's the best chef we have. Out of all of us he is clearly the most sage-like.

That's what I thought. I can't really do much before he gives me the right file though.

Normally, I would congratulate you all for figuring it out, but not in this specific case. In the world of Dwarf Fortress, the only sort of magic available can only weaponize corpses; I regard it with enmity.

...I've also found that, not only is the file on record the year before me, but my contributions are nowhere to be found. I may have uploaded the same file that I had downloaded, but I still can't find the finished version.

Rather than rush through my year again, editing my recount as I do so, I instead choose to throw up my hands in frustration. Instead of succeeding me, you shall replace me.

And with much sadness, the Adamantine Chef has fallen.

Clearly, GAR fell to his own meddling in wizardly ways.

Gand: Damn that sucks.

Durza: Just run with it.

edited 18th Sep '13 12:24:39 PM by TuefelHundenIV

Muahahahaha! Thus the Evil Wizard Condorito reveals his true powers! Bask in my pathetic, petty dickery!

BAAAAASK!

(seriously, that sucks. :( Galvin, I'm sorry your hard work got flushed.)

Had I realized this last week, then I would have had plenty of time to run through it again properly, editing my previous reports appropriately.

Though my wizards tend to be absent-minded, rather than evil, the results will usually amount to the same thing.

(At least four people fixing my mistake while making fun of me about it. Violence optional, but expected)

edited 18th Sep '13 7:13:54 PM by GandAandR

Eh, don't feel bad; I'm in the middle of rearranging the tropes page accordingly so it looks like the fortress' chef dreamed he was Overseer for a year (so the events of your rule still technically "happened").

I blame a massive, filing-related mistake with one of the other magical settings I'm in. It couldn't have been sabotage by my kinsfolk, because I can tell if this *plump helmet roast* is just rat weed, rat weed, giant cave spider venom, and mog juice in a mushroom sauce.

Durza’s Log, 22nd Felsite, ???

I’m not entirely sure about the date at the moment, to be honest. As far as I can recall, GAR handed me Ugosherush last night, but this morning I woke up and he’s still working furiously, and everyone’s convinced that it’s the year 255, not 256. Even my journal has been altered to claim this. Furthermore, everything that GAR did in the fortress has vanished. I’ll continue running my charade as Infinitus’ secretary for now, but once I can figure out what the hell is going on, there may need to be sacrifices. At times like this, I take comfort in my family’s motto: Shash est thunen tarem. Apparently it means ‘Everyone goes to hell’, but it sounds nice.

I’ve set up a few reference points in the fort. Fortress One is at the gate, F2 is in the workshop area, F3 is in the magma forges and F4 is in the new bedrooms. It should save some time writing. In some other news regarding the running of the fort, Infinitus told me to order my own execution four times yesterday. He doesn’t seem to realise that I’m in charge of the fortress in all but name by now, so I keep telling him that there aren’t any hammers available.

The military was decimated in the time skip, so I’ve created two new squads: the Ultimate Lances and Sauron’s Maces. Luckily, the Forty Thousand still exist, so we have a functioning militia even if I don’t get around to training the new squads for a while.

We’ve also run across a few veins of gold while digging the new bedrooms. I’ve told Infinitus that he killed all the metalworkers, so we might get to use it for something other than statues. He’s also convinced that he ordered the construction of quite a few serrated glass discs for his bedroom, though most of them will likely end up in the weapon traps I’m putting outside the front gates. One may end up in his bedroom, though only if his face is in his bedroom at the time. Happily, we already have ten green glass discs, as well as a few giant axe blades.

There’s a lever in the magma room that I just noticed. It’s definitely linked to something, but I’m not sure what. Since I’ve figured out what the rest of the levers in the fortress do, this one worries me.

27th (?)

Likot has gone berserk. I have no idea why, since I’ve had the dwarves making clothes since we traded with (robbed) the elves. I’m sending Archereon to reason with him, since he’s apparently a reasonable chap. Unfortunately, before Archereon arrived, a swordsdwarf by the name of Catten Fathdalzat cut the unfortunate trapper’s head off. I shall tell Infinitus that it’s my head, which should hopefully stop him from ordering my execution.

It turns out that Catten was only acting in retaliation, since Likot broke two of her fingers before she dismembered him. I’m not sure that fingers rate equally with a head in anatomical importance, but I’ll let it slide since I don’t want to lose a sworsdwarf capable of beheading someone in a single stroke.

I’ve been having trouble shaking off the rumours that I’m a demon. I’m not a demon, and certainly not a vampire. I don’t `have any desire to drain people of their blood and drink the sweet, thick, delicious... um. No, certainly never had any thoughts like that. In any case, I’ve been studying my grandmother’s journals from Beigeknife. Aside from an unhealthy obsession with the royal family, she was best known for building a pointless tower in the middle of a desert. As long as I avoid doing that, I should be able to shake off these demon rumours.

Hematite.

GAR has created Ugosherush, a cobaltite mini-forge. I refuse to touch it again, knowing what it did the first time. Seeking some protection from its time altering magics, I went to visit the adamantine mines. The colour seems familiar, as though I spent a long time staring at it. In any case, I’ve gotten the stoneworkers to build me a room there. If the stone is strong enough to lock up the forces of hell, it should be able to stop GAR’s sorcery from affecting me.

As of the 17th, we’ve begun to engrave slabs for all those ghosts we have in the fort.

Infinitus’ notes have stopped asking me to execute myself, though most of his sentences are now using two or three exclamation marks. Hopefully we can head him off before he reaches five.

25th.

The other dwarves seem to have noticed Infinitus’ increasing madness, since they’ve elected Catten Fathdalzat as the new mayor. I’ve given her Infinitus’ bedroom, dining room and office for now. I’ll keep an eye on Infinitus’ mental condition, though since he doesn’t have nobility eating away at his sanity, he could return to normal. Catten has told me to handle the day to day running of the fortress so that she can remain in the militia, so it doesn’t cause much change to me at the moment.

28th.

NE Sgamer has been found completely drained of blood. As he didn’t have any relatives, I shouted ‘Hey, you,’ in the dining hall until someone answered, then designated that person his heir. Now I just need to find his murderer, since it definitely wasn’t me. Apparently there were no witnesses, so I’ve started searching the fortress for an appropriately suspicious individual.

Malachite.

I’ve been unable to locate NES’ murderer. Either I missed someone, or it’s a pretty new vampire. I have a cunning plan, however. I’ll utilise the psychic capabilities of our engravers to have a memorial slab with the murderer’s name carved on it, solving the mystery and leaving him open for a nice hammering.

For some reason, the new militia members are also refusing to put on the adamantine helms that I had made for them. I don’t know if it’s religion or just stupidity, but if they don’t have head protection, they can’t go into the training room.

Our workers are being harassed by wren people every time they go outside. Unfortunately, the militia are unwilling to chase enemies that can fly, so I guess we’ll have to wait for them to go away.

My new room has also been completed. Now the rift in the space time continuum won’t be able to find me.

I’m having the mechanics lay a few cage traps around our surrounding wilderness, where they will hopefully snare a few goblins. Or possibly goblins and lions, which I will then throw into a pit together. In an interesting plot twist, it turns out that the local goblin civilisation, the Shaken Nightmares, is led by a human by the name of Bikda Erdapbese. Their general is also a human, so I guess evil really does offer equal opportunity employment.

14th.

NES’ slab has been finished! Now we all know that the killer was Edzul Hourtrades! Except there’s no one called Edzul in the fortress! That’s kind of disappointing. I guess it could have been a trader or something, since there’s no record of a dead Edzul either.

I’ve ordered the slaughter of all the cats in the fortress that don’t belong to anyone. Maybe now they won’t be so smug all the time.

20th.

We are finally ghost free! The memorial hall is quickly becoming a popular attraction as well, so we should get rid of all the sad naked people soon, especially with the help of the cloth we stole from the elves. In relation to trade, there doesn’t seem to be any nearby human societies. Perhaps they merged with the goblins?

2nd of Galena.

Today, Vabok Rigothoddom threw a tantrum and attacked me. I shrugged it off, but mark my words; she will suffer.

9th.

A pair of babies have been impaled on spikes in the Kung Suu room. While unfortunate, I might be able to count it towards my orphan sacrifice quota if I play my cards right. There are a few others that are seriously injured, including Caspellar, who is apparently the reincarnation of a legendary king. I’m counting that as a good thing, since if he survives then it’s beyond question that he’s special, and if he doesn’t then at least I’ve fulfilled my ancestor’s wishes and killed the royal heir.

11th.

So, we’ve lost seven babies and a cavy sow to the room overall. I’m definitely counting those as sacrifices, since all those babies will net me some serious demonic favour. On the downside, it turns out that not all of the swordsdwarves have weapons, so we’ll have to end the training for now. For some reason, Caspellar’s parents are very unhappy. I’m not sure why, I’ve given them clothes and a bedroom. For now, his father will inherit the name.

14th.

It turns out that there are some humans nearby after all. Their caravan has arrived, and hopefully we’ll be able to get a few whips off them.

20th.

The humans seemed happy to take our old clothes in exchange for a few bins of cloth and a bronze whip. Perhaps the weaponsmiths will be able to use it to create sword chucks. Catten tells me that we are not, under any circumstances, to export any coins, which... well, isn’t that the point of coins?

Well... didn't expect my end to be a (probably relatively) unclimatic demise of a vampire. That will make storytelling from my end kinda impossible. Ya may want to check every dwarf's kill counts, and see if any wind up being a dwarf drained of blood. (I've managed to find a vampire in this method after getting the notification that one died of blood drain, and promptly gave that fiend magmageddon.)

The last log of NESgamer:

It was yet another long night at the fort... the ghosts keeping things mad, a dwarf going berserk... and the dining hall wound up with only minimal furniture. Tired of all this... rubbish, I headed off to get a little sleep... but all I felt was a few fangs upon myself, and I struggled in vain as... -the remainder of the log is coated with blood-

I still think it's funny how my dorf apparently died of old age.

OR WAS IT?!

Got to admire the dedication of someone who records their murder in their diary. I thought vampires didn't record their bloodsucking murders until they were caught?

Journal of Kirbonium Tetroxide II —==28 Felsite==—

NES Gamer is a terrifyingly intent scholar. I was on my way back to my quarters with a stein of ale and nearly tripped over him at a desk, dead asleep. He looked pale; I'm starting to think he needs a bit of a vacation. Maybe I'll visit a training room tomorow. Not sure yet.

edited 19th Sep '13 9:40:13 AM by vihaKirbonium

Are there any poisonous/giant animals in the local wilderness, by the way? I was thinking of digging a snake pit for our prisoners, but the elves didn't have any snakes.

I would have gone with a spike pit, personally. Give a reason for someone to be referred to as "The Impaler"

Bonus if it's made of wood, and elves get impaled upon them if they wind up prisoners! (Poetic justice at its best I think.)

Durza’s Log, Limestone, 255

I’ve almost finished my secret project, the Pit. Since I can’t find any poisonous animals, it’s just a deep hole filled with spikes. It’s actually deep enough to reliably kill things without the spikes, but what’s the point in having a chute to throw prisoners into if it doesn’t have spikes in it?

On that note, there hasn’t been any sign of goblins so far this year, which seems odd considering how much adamantine we’ve been processing. Perhaps they know of my weapon trap plans. Which reminds me, I need to have whoever designed the training room executed. There’s always one or two members of the militia that decide that ‘inside the training room’ means ‘in the room near the training room’ or ‘looking into the training room and holding the door open so babies and cats can get in’. Oh, and another baby got impaled. On the bright side, all of the active military is equipped with, at the very least, a helmet, a weapon and a shield.

On to important matters. Vabok, the recruit who attacked me last month, is appropriately suffering. She’s currently unhappy that her child has been tragically and accidentally killed. There may be more to follow. If I can obtain some lizards, I may pelt her with them, since she apparently detests them. Speaking of people who need to suffer, Ringsea’s been muttering worrying things about mechanisms and deathtraps lately, so I may need to have her introduced to kindly old Mr. Magma.

13th.

I’ve become suspicious of these humans. They told me that they were embarking on their journey a week ago, yet still they lounge around in our trade depot. I must go talk to them.

(The next couple of pages are covered in blood)

Fear not, loyal dwarves! As I suspected, the humans were spies for the goblins with whom they are clearly allied! All it took was the merest suggestion that this may be so (and spearing their representative with my spear) for them to attack me and my peaceful delegation. However, as a fair and just leader, I only killed those among them who bore weapons as a sign of my good faith. This should serve as a warning to those goblin lovers.

In other news, Infinitus doesn’t seem to be getting any better. Clearly the strain of running the fortress did him some irreparable damage. It’s a good thing that I’m made of stronger stuff. In any case, he demanded that I execute whoever stole his gold room, so I gave him the corpse of the baby that the training room killed.

15th.

Ast Ramtirist, a gem cutter who Infinitus (probably) sentenced to death recently, has been possessed by unknown forces. Since I’m not in the mood for a full on demonic possession, I’ve decided to tire out whatever it is that’s possessing him.

In news that probably won’t cause anyone to have a tantrum, the miners are just about done with the new bedrooms, and we have almost enough beds. I’m having most of our copper turned into cabinets for these rooms, though some will get stone cabinets instead. Doors will be supplied when and if I feel like it. Three larger rooms have been dug out and furnished with gold as well, so that if we get a baron or the king ever feels like visiting, they won’t instantly go insane.

Catten is starting to hang around her office a bit more as well, so I’ve altered the military’s orders so that all members are always training. This seems to make experienced soldiers happier as well, so there doesn’t seem to be a downside.

24th.

Tholtig Logematir, one of the Forty Thousand, has gone stark raving mad. Apparently one of her cavies got speared in the training room, which tipped her over the edge, possibly in conjunction with her other cavy getting speared just before that, and her baby getting speared just before that. Her husband, Oscar the First, our local Lord of Lore, seems pretty happy, so I guess he didn’t like her all that much. In any case, Catten is starting to ask more questions, which is getting inconvenient. I may need to arrange an accident or uprising for her. This shouldn’t be hard, since a lot of dwarves seem angry with her because of all the impaling that’s going on lately.

Ast is screaming for bones. I’m not sure what to do about that, since the only animal big enough to give a lot of bones currently belongs to him. We had a few strays that we could have slaughtered, but Catten just had to impale them in the training room.

25th.

Never mind. It seems that the hunters have been killing a lot of giant crows and grizzlies lately, so we have a plentiful supply of bones. We shall survive Catten’s foolishness despite her efforts! Perhaps I can get her impaled by accident if I steal her helmet...

17th of Sandstone.

Ast has begun his mysterious construction. Once he finishes, I’ll have him watched for continuing signs of possession.

21st.

Ast has finished Ednadgeb, a lapis lazuli coffin. It should appease any nobles that demand a good burial.

I’m going to have to do something about Arcan Genth. As far as I remember, he’s been on a break ever since I took over this fortress, though at least he isn’t constantly complaining about how Catten got one of his family members killed like everyone else.

13th of Timber.

A caravan from Utaltulon has appeared on the horizon. Strangely, there’s no sign of a diplomat.

15th.

Elle Mesirimush has grown to become a dwarven child. She’s the first of our children to survive their first year, thanks to Catten’s habit of getting them speared to death.

19th.

Tholtig has starved to death. Oscar the First seems indifferent.

The merchants didn’t really have anything of note, just some booze and cloth. I traded away our old clothes in exchange. Still no sign of a diplomat, though.

22nd.

A kobold thief got inside our defences. He didn’t get back out again, though.

I’m worried about Elle’s behaviour. She’s not heeding the lessons of those that died before her, and enjoys playing outside the fort’s walls. I can only assume that she wants to be kidnapped for some reason. Perhaps if I kneecap her, she’ll stay inside more.

25th.

It turns out that Elle’s lack of caution runs in the family. I found her father, GAR, napping on the edge of the volcano today. I didn’t even push him in.

28th.

Blazespark Itondetes celebrated his first birthday today. It seems the children are on a lucky streak.

Another kobold turned up as well. He got away alive, though his thieving days are probably over, since Migetsnowman removed one of his arms and severed a motor nerve in the other.

Holy shit. I forgot that this save was from before my dorf died! :D

This looks to be a pretty good run so f- No, I will not tempt fate.

You don't seem to be a very nice person in this save though, since your wife starving herself to death didn't affect your mood in the slightest.

Also, is diplomacy turned off in Jawmetal or something (can you even do that)? There has been no sign of the outpost liason at all. I should have the winter report and file up sometime tomorrow, or the day after.

edited 19th Sep '13 6:45:02 PM by Durza

Journal of Kirbonium Tetroxide II —==10 Limestone==—

I have a strong feeling that Durza is simply not himself. I happened upon Archereon in the dining hall, and over a tankard of ale, we discussed Rotpar'd ways to kill somebody, and I suggested, "Well why not build a pit say 20 by 20 wide, maybe 80 Urists or so deep, and line that son of a Forgotten Beasts' bottom with all kinds of spikes made from whatever materials we have lying around", to which Archereon mentioned that wooden spikes would be superior at that depth, and I noticed Durza walking behind us. The very next day, I nearly fell into a pit about 20 by 20 wide, about 90 Urists deep, lined with spikes, and the blood, guts, bones, and other miscellaneous viscera of whatever hapless fellow fell into it. Kind of suspicious that our gracious leader just so happened to pass by while I talked about a pit; that the next day I very nearly stumbled into myself. I dunno. This tankard is looking a little empty; I'm guessing it's time to re-fill.

—==16 Limestone==—

I've taken it upon myself to christen that big ass pit, considering I'm 90% certain that Durza took my idea for the spike pit, and because I'm the first person to stumble across it and survive: the LONG DROP. The Linearly Ordered Negation of Gradual Distance to Rest On Pinpoints. It's a bit unwieldy, but it works, I suppose. I'm thinking about erecting a sign just so people don't fall into it.

edited 20th Sep '13 6:23:18 AM by vihaKirbonium

Journal of Hermunster Itonenkos: 16th of Limestone

After many long months, the boys and I are finally nearing completion on the TOUM Bs (Tranquil Occupation Under the Memorial Billets) and by the Most-Elegant-Gown of Peektricks are we eager to have proper accomodations at last! Some are grumbling about the size of the quarters we are digging out that are obviously for the nobility but most of us understand why it needs to be done. For those unfortunates afflicted with nobility, grand accomadations, alongside false higher station in society, are among the few things that can ease that mental anquish.

25th of Limestone

Given the progress we've made, I suppose it's fortunate that nothing came of rumors that the higher ups were going to organize a miner milita unit. Especially given the grand and tragic incompetence that's been surrounding our milita and their "kung shu" "training". Just what the hell has happened since Durza became overseer to make them into so many idiots? Under Archereon we never had these kinds of problems!

I've heard the rumors about Durza being some kind of demon but haven't wanted to believe them. He seemed like such a good chap and was such a good listener too! Could he really be allowing the deaths of so many infants on purpose?

edited 20th Sep '13 9:55:56 PM by Hermunster

Durza’s Log, Moonstone 255.

Catten is getting more and more inconvenient. I miss the days when I could impale someone and convince Infinitus that it was all his idea. I may need to do something about her if she doesn’t get back to swinging a sword like she’s supposed to.

There’s still no sign of any diplomats.

I just noticed that there aren’t any traction benches in the hospital, so I’ve gotten the mechanics to make a few. Better to have them and all that.

Arcan Genth has apparently developed a grudge against Tarsen. I’m not sure why, so I guess I’ll just keep them apart as much as possible.

19th.

I have discovered why the dump that’s outside is still producing miasma. Apparently an overhang above it is blocking the air flow. I’ve sent the miners to get rid of it, which should hopefully kill less than half of them. Hmm. An idea occurs to me.

In other news, I’ve been forced to imprison Catten. She is just no good at taking a hint about when to stop trying to usurp me. I’ve reinstated Infinitus as mayor, which the others don’t seem very happy about for some reason. I’ve ordered the Forty Thousand to guard her, which Archereon didn’t seem to happy about for some reason. No matter, they won’t defy me.

23rd.

Well, the overhang has been cleared, but revenge against Vabok continues to elude me. In spite of him standing almost directly under it when it collapsed, he is uninjured. Greater effort is needed. I should have had him stand ON the overhang, not under it.

I’m also having a few statues made for the memorial hall, since it’s pretty empty in spite of almost all of the dead dwarves having a slab now. An alternative solution is to have more dwarves killed and then have slabs made for them, but I doubt that would help happiness in the short term.

28th.

They made a statue of me! I’m tempted to confiscate it, but I imagine that more people can enjoy it by leaving it in its original destination. Actually, it’s just an image of me holding that damned mini-forge, and I’d rather not be reminded of that. There’s also one of Archereon being removed from the position of hammerer, Infinitus losing the mayor’s office, Archereon surrounded by battle axes and Oscar surrounded by turkeys (?).

The Glorious Blades have vanished. I guess it makes sense that they’d be upset about their training partner vanishing without a trace. All I need to do is find them and explain what happened, then they’ll end their petty rebellion.

2nd of Opal.

Phoenixator has been possessed. I should probably check if that adamantine actually did have demons sealed inside it.

16th

Phoenixator finished Oshurnirmek, a rope reed fibre hood. I’m somewhat reluctant to touch it, but what could go wrong?

In any case, I may have told the metalsmiths to make too many cabinets. I guess we can trade away some of the surplus.

Catten is gone, and the Forty Thousand have disappeared as well. It doesn’t matter. Once they realise how foolishly they’re acting, they’ll know that I’m the best choice to lead the fortress. Soon, they’ll see things from my point of view. They will not defy me.

20th.

We’ve found another dwarf drained of blood. The slab makers are blaming Edzul Nalnish again, though I still can’t find any record of such a person existing. I’m going to ask Oscar about it, since he’s apparently in charge of out book keeping. I may need to spear him in retribution.

24th.

Oscar tells me that no one by the name of Edzul lives in Jawmetal, and no one by that name has ever been anywhere near here. He also tells me that the fort’s records are completely up to date, so the solution is clear. ‘Edzul’ is clearly the name Oscar uses while he’s draining the fortress of blood! To test this theory, I shall have Oscar thrown into the Pit and if people continue showing up without any blood, I shall send any of his family that are still alive my sincere apologies.

4th of Obsidian.

Well, I still can’t find this ‘Edzul’ person, but Tulon Rakustevon has almost a hundred and twenty relatives, none of which are present in Jawmetal. He also tells me that he was once the exalted horn of the Creed of Bronze and has left twenty one other towns before he came here. Finally, an excuse to put the spike pit to good use!

12th.

So, it turns out that Tulon Rakustevon was Edzul Nalnish all along. I’ll leave his bits at the bottom of the Pit as proof. Luckily, Tulon went down the pit before Oscar, so that saved me some embarrassment.

The Forty Thousand and Glorious Blades have reappeared, and are attempting to rally the fortress behind Catten. I have no other choice. I’ve sent the Ultimate Lances and Sauron’s Maces to apprehend the traitors. They, at least, aren’t corrupted by traitors. They will not defy me.

20th.

Sauron’s Maces have defected. Their punishment shall be the worst of all. In any case, for now I’ve recalled the Ultimate Lances to form a perimeter around my house. It’s fine. Even if they get in, they’ll see things my way eventually.

25th.

This is madness! The Lances have fled, convinced that the entire fortress is against us. Infinitus has been replaced by Catten again, and these fools are trying to ignore my orders! I am the Overseer! I am in control! THEY! WILL!! NOT!!! DEFY!!!! ME!!!!!

30th.

It’s over. They say they’ll show me mercy in exchange for loyalty, which is fine by me. I can be loyal... for now. I’ll bide my time. My chance will come again.

So ends the reign of Durza.

Edit: So the internet is being a bit slow and unreasonable for whatever reason at the moment. I'll have the file up this evening if possible and Monday if not.

Also, that whole civil war thing was inspired by one of the hammerdwarf recruits going berserk at the beginning of winter (and by me being a raving lunatic), but I figured I might as well make it interesting.

edited 22nd Sep '13 12:24:42 AM by Durza

The thoughts of a spirit finally at rest, NESgamer190 the original article:

From the slab I'm confined in, I felt an odd... feeling of some of my essence splatter somewhere... viewing the general direction, I had seen my essence, next to the dwarf who had put an end to me, impaled rightfully so. This formerly vengeful spirit can now ease up a bit, knowing that true dwarven justice had been delivered, and it reminded me of a story a human told of an impaler... lad was it? Anyways, it was quite ironic, as I thought vampires would do the impaling, not the vampire exterminators.

It is rather incredulous how the dwarves manage to confine me in this slab... However, if I should find a way out of this confinement, I will not be a malevolent individual. I mean, sure they let me fall victim while I was writing, but in the long term, my revenge has been earned... may that vampire rot in Sheol forever, and be eternally confined in a slab!

(Opted to take a different angle with the slabs, being actual soul jars of some kind, able to magically stop ghosts and allow communication magically, but ascend or joss. Your call guys.)

edited 22nd Sep '13 8:33:02 AM by NESgamer190