Lewis and Erasmus, <916 GUE
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Sartorius finds a host, 925 (A) / (B)
Magical Injection, 925 (A) / (B)
Baptism of Alexandria, 926 (A) / (B) / (C) / (D)
The Sacrifice (A) / (B) / (C) / (D) / (E)
Sartorius in sarcophagi (A) / (B)
Sartorius implores the pilgrim (A) / (B)
The Four vs. Lucien #1 (A) / (B) / (C)
Tempting the pilgrim with poision (A) / (B)
The Four vs. Lucien #2 (A) / (B) / (C)
The Ceremony (lose game) (A) / (B) / (C)
The Ceremony defeated (A) / (B) / (C)
GUE Tech degree
Antharia University degree
Galepath University notice of expulsion
Dearest Mr. Sartorius,
Although we understand your need to pursue a meaningful curriculum, we strongly object to being called “fat flatfooted brogmoids.”
Therefore I must inform you that, in the name of the Moss League of Colleges, you are hereby expelled.
Have a nice day.
Dr. Belzork Anthrax
immediately after, Erasmus Sartorius attended Antharia University. He
graduated from the university on Jam 6, 915, honored with a degree in
Home Thaumaturgy and Science. That same year, his father Lewis died. He
left his book, “The Blood Alchemist” for his son. Written in the front
was the following:
Almost immediately after, Erasmus Sartorius attended Antharia University. He graduated from the university on Jam 6, 915, honored with a degree in Home Thaumaturgy and Science. That same year, his father Lewis died. He left his book, “The Blood Alchemist” for his son. Written in the front was the following:
I now lie on my deathbed. I leave so much work undone. I sense I am close to the truth, yet the quintessence still eludes me. Follow the new school of alchemy. There are rumors of an ancient underground temple; a shrine which has the power to create the philosopher’s stone. It was created by an engineer of Duncanthrax named C. Agrippa, but his work disappeared. You must find it.
-Your Loving Father
I have investigated all the texts I can and researched extensively your disease. There is no known treatment. It begins with a simple lethargy, sometimes a small rash. It is a quiet disease. It makes no noise coming in and no noise going out.
reply has been lost to us, but Sartorius wrote a further correspondence
to Malveaux (922-12-15):
You must live with it. Accept the life that you have and accept the death that will come–for all of us—someday. Perhaps you would like to be included in my experimental work. If I am successful, you will be cured of every ailment you have ever suffered—there are certain risks of course.
Malveaux finally wrote the following reply to Sartorius (923-08-05):
Dear good doctor,
I find myself getting weaker and I find I have strange fevers which leave me sweating profusely. At nights, I burn as if on fire. I thought I would be ready for death. I have spent my life preparing for the afterlife. But in my heart I am not prepared. I am ready to do experiments, risky as they may be. My mind is open.
It is probable that Sartorius sought to test the waters
before revealing his controversial alchemical studies to the Bishop.
For in the following undated journal, the Doctor, having made a
collection of his father’s work, wrote about additional correspondences
with Malveaux and the desire to meet with him face-to-face:
Horrible fire last night. A miscast GONDAR spell only made things worse. Maybe I should leave the magic to the magicians. Most of father’s notebooks caught in the blaze. Currently piecing together what little I can. One fragment:
Temple of the Ancients -- deep in the Eastlands and now supposedly inaccessible to all except the alchemical initiates.
I do not know why the secret order did not remain at the temple forever. Maybe the mystical aura of the place simply became too intense for daily life. Malveaux’s book on revelation is bringing people back to the fire-cult by the thousands, but I suspect there is more to the man than he lets on. The notion of fire-worship is close enough to the alchemical tenets of respect for the elements to make me suspicious. I was right to contact him. His reply was guarded, but he will open up should I pursue him further.
mentions that Malveaux had sent him a brief piece on the Steppinthrax
Monastery, which in turn the Doctor suspected to be the new center of
the alchemical cabal.
The brochure goes on, but says little more of importance. The connections at least have become more clear. From Malveaux and the fire-worshippers of today, there is a direct line of succession back to Agrippa, Locksmoore, and perhaps through them even back to the ancient knowledge of Yoruk himself. I must go there, and learn the truth for myself.
It is ironic that modern thaumaturges and enchanters try to claim Ozmar as one of their own. They quote that one sentence of his [“a great union will be formed between magic and science, and the final mysterious will be solved”] until they are blue in the face, yet they ignore the rest of his words. How clear that he was one of us! Read:
What most of us have failed to realize is that there are indeed two paths to the truth, two differing roads with the same identical goal. The path of magic is hazy and unclear. Even the most brilliant minds have failed to penetrate it. Magic elicits amazing effects from trivial causes. It makes something out of nothing, and no one can comprehend how! The path of the Alchemical Sciences lies along different steps, and makes different claims. This science offers a clear-cut path to purity, through the transmutation of the six baser metals into their pure and virgin state. Magic would attempt this task by reliance on the invisible, on the supernatural. Science offers a different approach, through the four visible elements of earth, air, water, and fire.
It is true of course that the Quintessence, the Fifth Element, remains undiscovered. Not until this elusive element is found can the process begin that will result in the creation of the Philosopher's Stone. It is possible that the Alchemical Science alone is not sufficient to this task, but it is also true that magic itself has already failed. Perhaps the two together would provide the necessary wisdom. One day, perhaps, a great union will be formed between magic and science, and the final mysteries will be solved.
Sartorius and Malveaux finally met at the Steppinthrax Monastery. It
was then that the Bishop realized that his only salvation was in
alchemy. Not only would the art give him eternal life for survival, but
a chance at religious power. Thus the two began to explore the power of
Dear Dr. Sartorius,
I believe I have stumbled onto a place of power and magic. I believe it was built by Agrippa, an engineer of the time of Duncanthrax who built the great underground highway. It appears that Agrippa shut off this temple, using it for his own rituals which I believe may have involved alchemy. I found the map of this place in the secret catacombs below this monastery. We must meet there.
Drawn by these legends, the two selected the Temple of Agrippa as
site of worship. Remote and forgotten by all, this temple proved to be
perfect place for discreet worship and ritual, free from the stifling
restrictions of the Guild of Enchanters. Since the days of Duncanthrax,
ceiling of the hollowed out mountain where the temple dwelled had
earthquake damage, exposing the earthen innards to the sky.
Thank you doctor. You are truly a misunderstood genius. For the first time in many months I have hope of a life without pain. Knowing our need for further apprentices, I spoke to Madame Sophia of the Frigid River Branch Conservatory. I believe she is the perfect person to assist us in our quest.
Sartorius heeded Malveaux’s advice, and the Bishop quickly arranged to introduce Sophia to the Doctor. Afterwards, Malveaux invited Sophia to meet with them at the Temple of Agrippa. Malveaux’s correspondence (924-02-12) to Sophia:
Dr. Sartorius is a brilliant man. This experiment will be the biggest breakthrough since the beginning of Zork. If you are still interested, make your way to the Temple of Agrippa. But—take great care, and do not speak of it. There are those who misunderstand Alchemy—those who would kill for our secrets, in their search for gold.
In response, in an undated letter, Sophia wrote to Malveaux:
You are right. Dr. Sartorius is a brilliant man. He is strange and he has that annoying laugh, but nonetheless I think his medical studies may be very valuable. Please send me any alchemical materials or notes that you have obtained.
following undated letter was most likely composed after Estuary of 924.
He wrote the following to Sartorius:
I cannot sleep – the weight of invention pressed upon me. I believe, Doctor, that we have discovered a science – a philosophy – that will relieve of us of the binds of mortality and of our bodies. It is a science that will surely transform the world – Yoruk will praise this Great Work!
Despite Malveaux’s jubilation, Dr. Sartorius did not share the same enthusiasm. It seems from the countenance of the following journal entry, dated 924-04-07, that the Doctor may have originally sought to fulfill his alchemical pursuits as a loner. His doubt and distrust of the other two seems to be hinted at.
I am frustrated. I have devoted my career to completing my father’s quest, but I now realize that one man cannot find the alchemical secret alone. Each element requires absolute mastery. Each metal requires its own Adept. I must enlist others in my search; but I must take care. Alchemy draws vain fools, in search of common gold, and I must seek out only my more enlightened brothers.
I am encouraged by your zeal in finding the quintessence. I do not mean to be discouraging but alchemists, including my father, have searched for ages for the philosopher’s stone, the elixir of life with little success. I have come to see that the quintessence cannot be created by one person. There are four elements we must master, and four metals we must purify. Much as we have found each other, we must search out two others who have the will and courage to take on this study.
Kaine was engaged in a war against both Ellron and the Enchanters'
Guild. He refused to give up his ambitions, but was uncertain how to
achieve ultimate power. He found his answer that same year, when his
lover Sophia introduced him to Malveaux and Sartorius. Kaine was
skeptical at first, as can been seen in the following letter
Dr. Sartorius is a strange but fascinating man. I agree he has ideas what while almost fanatical, could be the final solution. As you know I am not prone to dabbling into strange, self-indulgent philosophies or womanish New Age experiments—but there is something to the man, of that there can be no doubt. And still I wonder—might the Doctor’s way be the only way of securing power in this perpetually unstable world? I could have great use for him—and his philosopher’s stone—in my campaign against the Enchanters. I cannot hold them back much longer.
Say nothing—I will write you of this further.
When Kaine realized the reward for the practice of alchemy could mean eternal life, riches, and power, his attitude towards the art changed. The practice of alchemy was unconventional and potentially treasonous, but Kaine was independent and driven. So he preserved and became an alchemist. When Sartorius was informed of the General’s decision to join the alchemical Circle, he wrote this undated reply to him:
I am pleased that you have joined us in our quest for the meaning of all life. In answer to your inquiry, the process of distillation of alchemy is essential to its success. All alchemical processes must involve the presence of earth, air, water and fire which are used to distill the essence of the metal or substance. This is important. The order of the processes, the colors that result are part of the mystery revealed through experimentation.
The quintessence can only be obtained through blood. Pure blood. This person must be pure of heart, pure of spirit, conceived in purity, conceived when the sun and moon are aligned as one.
In turn, each of
the four took responsibility for one
of the elements and began to study it intensively. In addition, each
had a mystical
sign, indicating planet, and took upon themselves a certain metal. Sartorius'
element was air, his metal was tin, his planet Juperon,
and his zodiac bloodworm.
In turn, each of
the four took responsibility for one
of the elements and began to study it intensively. In addition, each
had a mystical
sign, indicating planet, and took upon themselves a certain metal. Sartorius'
element was air, his metal was tin, his planet Juperon,
and his zodiac bloodworm.
I have found the perfect specimen. On the day of the solar eclipse we will be ready. Kaine has volunteered to assist in the conception.
in surgical garb puttered, setting up his equipment while Malveaux
looked on. Although Sartorius claimed that Kaine had volunteered to
assist in the conception, it does not appear that he was able to attend.
Zoe weakly protested, grieved and convicted, “Please, I can’t. It’s…a sin. It’s wrong.”
Malveaux was comforting. “Never. Your child will be conceived in purity.”
“Miraculously. Divinely. And the child? Her destiny will be great.”
Zoe began to clam as Malveaux’s words worked their soothing magic.
“Yes,” he continued. “And your name will be blessed, for bringing this child to the Great Empire.”
Sartorius turned towards the table, holding a syringe, prepared for the artificial insemination. Malveaux, barely able to repress a wince, spoke softly to her, “It’s time.”
Zoe saw what was coming, but her trust in Malveaux was strong. Summoning up her courage, she laid down. Sartorius stepped forward with the nasty syringe.
“Relax, dear,” Sartorius spoke calmly and prepared for his injection into her belly.
It has been called to our attention that you have been practicing unorthodox and unauthorized magic. As you know, it is in violation of Magic Code #6547 for a non-guild member to engage in any magical practice. Cease and Desist or we will file for Fudgunctive Relief.
-The Enchanters Guild
As we discussed, I will bring her to you one week after birth, with a nurse who will raise her through her early years. In this way her education in purity and religion will be insured. Do not underestimate the importance of your task. Her spiritual progress and the purification of her soul is essential to the process. She will be a gift to all mankind.
Zoe Wolfe lay on her side in a fetal position, gazing with pure love at her newborn infant, who was on the bed in the tiny circle of space between her mother’s bent knees and arms. It was a lovely moment of bonding. Sartorius had a pair of bloody forceps in his hands. Both he and Sophia, in doctor’s garb, looked exhausted, but were really gratified, for they had obviously assisted in the birth. Kaine and Malveaux were visitors/well-wishers.
“This is the Genesis moment.” The pumped up Sartorius made a giddy laugh. “Now I know how God felt.”
Sophia laughed. She teased him, but with less of an edge than usual. They had bonded through birthing this baby.
“Who’d have dreamed Sartorius—the great man of science—would get so excited over…” she finished dryly, “…a little bitty wrinkly baby.”
“Baby? That’s not a baby. That’s a formula. The key to unlocking the most hidden knowledge in the universe.”
The four alchemists, dressed in their priestly gear, surrounded a stone basin in a semi-circle. Malveaux held the baby Alexandria, who was wrapped in a silver cloth, in the air above the basin. Malveaux rose the wrapped infant into the beam of light coming down from above. He whispered a line from a magical text and tossed a small bit of powder into the bowl. The flames briefly flared up. He then lowered the baby into the flame for a second.
In turn, each of them spoke a line from the following demonic chant:
“Endless fire which passeth through all things.
Cleanse soul through flame.
Protect the innocent and perfect the healing stone.
Let this spirit be washed and whitened by the Philosophic Fire.
Erasmus Sartorius’ Determination
The fifth essence is the Quintessence: the elixir of life, the philosopher’s stone. Alchemist fools through the centuries have looked at metals, vapors and gases. And Love! What rot! It is none of this, it is blood—this much my father knew. The blood, the essence of innocence. But where does this blood exist? How does one distill its purity? I am surrounded by blood every day, the spilt blood of suffering. Yet the answers elude me. I am a disappointment. (929-10-20)
Every day I get closer to the truth. The others all want the elixir, each for his own mundane, personal reasons. I, on the other hand want the elixir for its pure knowledge, as I search for the final spiritual truth. Truth and answers. I think of my father’s works. One day soon I will possess the secret of eternal life; the Quintessence. I will have perfect knowledge, knowledge enough to halt the growing evil that threatens us. This is powerful magic, and there is a powerful resistance; but we must not let it stop our work. (929-11-20)
To Whom It May Concern:
It is my most sincere wish to make known to all public people through-out the Empire that Doctor Sartorius, the kind and generous Doctor, has done a deed so thoughtful, so helpful, that words cannot describe the things I am trying to say at this time.
My son was so sick, he could not talk, or read or do anything intelligent or smart like usual. We were in money problems (as we are poor), and could not find a person for helping us. Doctor Sartorius said he would fix my son with no money. Not only did he fix my son, he gave him some jobs to work at the Laboratory, and my son spends all his time there now.
Doctor Sartorius is the greatest kind of man I have known. His things he learns about health have saved my son. I am forever in his debt.
Alexandria Meets Lucien Kaine (943
Dr. I am writing concerning an uncomfortable matter. My son, Lucien, has been behaving strangely. It appears he is infatuated with Alexandria and nothing I say or do can deter him. He is close to fanatical about the subject—spends days in a room painting her image over and over. He is obsessed. We have never had any such behavior in the Kaine family and I am unclear how to handle him. If his mother were still alive, she would know how to handle matters of the heart. As for myself, I have no solution. Please I ask for your help and recommendations.
I conducted a careful examination of Lucien and have found that he is a deeply troubled man who most likely should be institutionalized and subject to my ecstatic-shock therapy. The sooner you bring him, the more likely we will be able to stop his deviant obsessions.
By the way, thank you for your generous donation. Finally I meet someone from the community who understands true brilliance.
The Alchemists Continue Their Work
I have long dwelt on the power of air, but not considered it as a source of Purification. At such velocities as your blueprints describe, I feel sure it would tear impurities from even the very core of evil. I am certain none but the purest metal could withstand it. Destruction of purity. A perfect solution.
Still, I have some misgivings. Before Air, your plans suggest the simultaneous combination of forces of Fire, Water and Earth. This must necessarily be an explosive combination, but not an impossible problem. I have long experimented with injection unmolding for limb replacement. As long as the mold is inserted into the case holding before applying heat, my experiments have been successful.
I have had some success supersaturating liquids in the generation of large crystals. It appears small crystals are ideal seeds for growth. I feel this combinations of water and earth, heated with fire and burning with air, will provide fertile new avenues for our venture.
Your concerns about the purity of my crystal generation is well-founded. I think I have the solution. It involves the dissolving of white calcium bromide, which has the added benefit of settling my acid indigestion while I am in the lab.
I have recently come into possession of a most unusual relic, a mirror know among Zorkastrians as the Implementor’s Eye. Like an ancient seerstone, it alters the words of the faithful to illuminate hidden truths. Hopefully, it will expedite my attempts to refine the alchemical essence of Iron. Perhaps Yoruk takes pity on this old, sickly monk, and sends help at last.
I am familiar with the old school of alchemy although not much remains on it. They believed that pure love was the 5th element and only the pure of heart could evil distill it. My father and I have refuted that na´ve, albeit charming, philosophy. Read this-
The Bishop stood between the others who occupied three of the four chairs. He took a letter from the copious sleeve of his robe and laid it on the table.
“Our worst fears have come true,” Malveaux stated. “They’ve asked me to marry them. They intend to leave.”
There was an exchange of alarmed looks from the others.
“No, she cannot leave,” Sartorius protested, “absolutely not.”
Sophia had angry concern. “Leave? What are you talking about?”
Kaine directed his words to her, “Don’t act so surprised. It’s all taking place under your roof. You can’t pretend you didn’t know about it.”
She spoke through gritted teeth, “I tried to guide her, Kaine. I can’t run her life. If she wants to spend time with Lucien, let her. But marriage, Malveaux? Surely you didn’t encourage them.”
Malveaux spoke as though he had a dark secret, “But I did.” Despair creased over his face even further. Once Kaine had left, Malveaux continued, “I tell you he’s watching everything we do. I can sense it. He’s dangerous – and he’ll do anything he can to get what he wants. Our only hope of survival is to give him our secret.”
Sartorius was wrathful, “Have you gone mad?!”
“I don’t want to die,” Malveaux replied, remorseful.
“We can’t give in to him,” Sophia stated.
Malveaux shouted back, content, “He’s insane!”
“We must be strong,” Sophia comforted. “We can’t give in to this, this Nemesis.”
I understand you are still perfecting the science of the ritual, but we must act now; if we do not, the quintessence will slip through our fingers. I know he has threatened even you, haunting the asylum. Patience has its place and so does action. During the next solar eclipse we must make our move. Our work must be completed at the Temple of the Ancients. Write and I will arrange to meet you there.
I have much to prepare. I don’t think you understand the intricacies of this philosophy. This is not cooking, this is science. This is the true mystery of life. Nonetheless, you are right—we cannot wait any longer. We must take a risk. Meet me at the Temple of Agrippa. I will summon the others. What has begun must take its course. It is our only chance—before we are destroyed—
We will meet during the solar eclipse at the Temple of Agrippa.
I think there is only one solution to this mess. We must expedite the process. It cannot wait. The next eclipse will be in three day’s time. This is our only chance. Do what you must. It cannot wait.
Ellron is at my gates, threatening to destroy the little power I have left. You are right—we must act now.
Based on all that, I can see you are in some kind of remission. This is a devious, dexterous diseased. It is smarter than we know. But the players are smarter. Trust in all we have done, trust in the prima material. Eternal life will be ours.
X-ray results reveal that the disease is beginning to spread again. The time of the Great Experiment is nearly upon us. Keep up your hopes.
I have spoken to Dr. Sartorius, and we are both ready. My fevers are worse, and now I constantly burn. I have very little time left, and I am ready to begin my leap of faith.
Since your cure, my son has kept something of his Magic Eye. He still sees things that cannot be seen, and for a fortnight he has wept for you day and night. He begged me to write you a warning.
There is a great evil waiting for you. You will soon be dead, he cries, the Asylum destroyed, your great work unfinished. He fears powers have been disturbed, and the innocent will pay. Good luck, Doctor. May Yoruk be with you.
The alchemists, dressed in their ceremonial attire, gathered in the dome room of the Temple of Agrippa to invoke the Great Eclipse. Sophia restrained Alexandria, who violently struggled to gain her freedom. Sartorius forced a bowl to her lips, steam swirling out of the liquid. She drank and her eyes instantly began to droop.
The four alchemists placed Alexandria upon the altar in the center of the temple; an altar which they had personally constructed. She was sitting up, but only with the help of Sartorius and Kaine. Sophia made a last brush stroke through her dark hair, then set down the brush to take a white veil, which she placed over the head of their virgin sacrifice.
Alexandria’s cloth-covered body was lowered upon the altar. She was sleeping peacefully. Kaine held the alchemy book. All gathered around the altar, with their hands outstretched over her body, except for Malveaux, who raised a sacrificial dagger into the air. He began to chant,
“No generation without corruption.
No life without death.
The blackness of putrefaction
Must precede the whiteness,
As night precedes day.”
Then the four alchemists in unison chanted, “Natura, Anima, Spirit of Perfection. Purify, Cleanse, Transmute these metals into the Philosopher’s Stone.”
Sophia closed her eyes, swaying to the sound. The intensity increased. Sartorius waved his hands above the altar symbols. The symbols began to spin. The knife of Malveaux lifted higher. It hovered for a beat above Alexandria.
Beyond them, at the top of the stairs leading to the altar, Lucien suddenly rushed into the room, crying out, “No!”
But was too late, for Malveaux drove the dagger into Alexandria, taking the life of the young woman. She convulsed. The culmination of their dark ritual was finished, and they knew they would soon become immortal creatures.
Just at the moment when they were becoming empowered, the rage of the warrior came to the fore. The chagrinned Lucien, entangled by blind rage ran up to the altar and rushed for Malveaux. Easily overtaking the frail monk, he pushed him backward. The momentum threw Malveaux back toward the railing that surrounded the altar. He fell and was impaled on the shard finial of the banister. Malveaux gagged and gasped with the metal piercing entirely through his body.
Sartorius tried to get away, but quickly spinning around, Lucien picked up a candle and flung it at him. Sartorius’ robe caught on fire, engulfing him in flames. As he burned, Lucien looked to the altar where Sophia was trying to complete the ceremony with Alexandria’s body. He approached her.
In despair, Sophia muttered with fear, “No, please don’t! No.”
But Lucien was not sedated. He reached both hands around her neck and strangled her beneath her punitive whining, “Noooooo!” Dead, he tossed her to the floor.
Lucien looked in anguish at Alexandria, who lay dead with the sacrificial knife deep in her chest. Then he looked up across the altar and saw his father glowering at him. Yanking the bloody dagger out of Alexandria’s chest, Lucien turned to face his father, who contemptuously stood his ground fearlessly placid. Had Lucien not been consumed by his terrible bombastic rage, he would have noticed that his father was eerily calm. They stared into each other’s eyes, until Lucien placed the knife upon his father’s throat for a moment, just as Thaddeus Kaine had dared him to do in their previous encounter. But his father did not wince. He simply lifted his hands in the air as if in a state of worship, a martyr pleased to accept his death. And unlike before, Lucien stabbed deeply into the throat of his own father and he fell dead.
Dropping the knife, Lucien leapt upon the altar, crawling over the lifeless body of his beloved Alexandria, and sat over her. His eyes were glued to her and already filled with the haunted, hunted look of the Nemesis. He touched her face, the lifted up his hands to shield his own as though an invisible entity were coming down upon him. And he screamed, “NOOOO!” in a voice that was not his own, but hideously demonic—the primal yell of anguished filled the entire temple.
As a result of
the conflict, Lucien, initially a young innocent, was
transformed into the embittered, tortured dark force known as the
Nemesis at the moment he watched all those whom he had trusted plunge a
dagger into his lover’s heart. Though the ceremony was incomplete,
Alexandria’s spirit was dispersed throughout the temple and remained
Four huge glass
sarcophagi beneath the temple dome were created the
moment Lucien murdered the cabal. Because they had been in the midst of
a powerful alchemical ritual, when Lucien plunged the knife into each
of their hearts, their elements (fire, water, earth, air) consumed
them. The Nemesis, realizing that these elements might be important
instruments, ripped their elements essences out of their souls by
unknown magic and placed their souls in the four sarcophagi. Although
Lucien did not know at this time the significance of these substances,
he knew that they were powerful and held the key to some form of
eternal life. He knew they could prove useful in the future. Thus he
kept these elements alive and vibrant, but hidden throughout the temple
where he presumed no one could find them. Lucien was able to keep the
souls of the four alive in their bodies, while maintaining intense
torture for them in an “eternal hell.” Lucien also smashed the four’s
alchemical device and placed the different colored fragments of their
metals in another room of the temple to be studied. Lucien could
implement only two powers—keeping the body of his lover in stasis, and
trapped the souls of the dead cabal in their sarcophagi. Still, he was
unable to find the secret of the Philosopher’s Stone or the Elixir of
Several entries in Lucien's journal detail his workings with the alchemists and their elements:
Last day of the Year of the Misuse, I’ve hidden the sources of their powers away from their control. Without them, they are unable to hold back the very elements they used to keep dominion over. (945-12-31)
I live every day with the reminder of the horror I have inflicted on the others. Their crimes were great, and I had to be judge, jury and executioner. Yet, they do not succumb to my torture. Sartorius seems the weakest, but even that bastard will not break his silence. (undated)
killed by the Second Dungeon in 948. Confined as a spirit within the
Temple of Agrippa, the Nemesis did not
cease to expand his knowledge of alchemy in order to resurrect both
himself and his beloved. He continued to inflict grievous tortures upon
From their sarcophagi, they will tell me nothing: I have all but ripped their throats out, so that is to be expected. How many threats can you use upon the dead? It sickens me to live here, a Daemon trapped in a temple. But I must finish their work, and fuel my hate with the power of the Quintessence. (948-11-06)
that I have stolen the four elements—Earth, Air, Fire, and Water—I have
them in this unholy temple, where they will never be found. I cannot
discovery, and have employed a great number of
machinations to assure their seclusion. (949-02-22)
Some small progress. I can now link each of my rotting alchemists with their respective signs. Malveaux has mastered the element of fire—and has made a lucrative career of fire-worship along the way. Sartorius, my mad Doctor, is Air—precisely because it is largely this element that fills his pompous brain. Kaine must have chosen earth, because his head is filled with sod and his soul is consumed with earthly things. And Sophia, mistress of the Frigid River Conservatory is water—as befits the cold hag.
I have secreted their alchemical elements away in the temple, employing, as security, a complicated series of machinations—the solutions to which I alone know. They will never be able to reclaim their powers, or their secret science. They will never be able to surpass the nefarious obstacle of the star field. They will rot; unavenged IN HELL…
Still, I find myself spending endless hours in the lab, with the shades drawn. My work with air has been frustrating thus far. I accept the irrefutable precept; that air has no color. I will keep working, alone in the dark until I find the best method of purification. But make no doubt I will possess the four elements and then the four metals. I will find the Quintessence, and forge the Eclipse. There is no hatred stronger, no power greater, than that which will be mine. (undated)
It is more difficult to forge the four alchemical metals than I first thought. I have learned, through a painful process of trial and error, that it is not safe to keep the elements in their purified form. The four are not so stupid as they look; gaining access to their secret laboratories has been a labored process. I will go drag a hot poker down Malveaux’s rotting belly and see if he cries out something helpful. (949-05-15)
I am tired of this game. I ransacked Sartorius’ laboratory today, and while blood flowed down the halls, I made little progress in my quest for his tin. I am as impatient as that stupid spy who thought any fistful of dirt, any drop of water – a spark from his fine Accardian cigar, or a mouthful of his foul breath – would constitute an element. I must return to my work with elemental Air. As I rise up to my lab and pass the twinkling star field, the blue reminds me of blue skies, a more peaceable time. But I can remember little of my life before the evil descended. Before my bloody rebirth. (949-08-25)
I ransacked the Doctor’s Asylum today and while I was letting the blood flow in his halls, I found a revealing notebook. Earth, Air, Fire and Water. Tin, Lead, Copper and Iron. Four are hidden in the Temple. For are not. If I can recover them all, I can summon the Quintessence.
But finally it will be wasted effort if I cannot discover the fifth element. I have searched many books—but philosophers disagree as to the nature of that element. The strongest power in my universe is hatred and wrath. There is nothing that cannot be tortured into existence, of that, I am certain. (949-08-25)
RESURRECTION OF THE FOUR ALCHEMISTS
Yes, I did a magnificent job with Countess Orlanda’s skin. It went from the skin of a wrinkled hag to the skin of a young child. The fact that she never followed the careful instructions I dictated to her illustrates her own stupidity. I could do the same thing for you. I am currently experimenting on something that could be much more powerful. By the way, I understand you have been experimenting with herbs and natural substances. Could you share some of those with me?