Requiem Shard

Entry: I've wandered into the fort. Seemed best to recover properly from my ordeal at the tavern. Nothing like a proper hearth and the sounds of idle chitchat to help soothe the mind. I have no coin to speak of, so I sit with my pipe and listen. Haven't heard anything too interesting yet but I hope...

Entry: It was time, I had garnered enough research on the subject for now. I have left the tower and returned to my nook. It's dangerous playing with research of that type and I always fall for it when given the opportunity. Least a great deal was learned about sustaining oneself through intent and...

Entry: VIII It seems the night chill brings more than just icy surprises. A bird landed on the window sill and stared at me, I stared long and hard back at him from my chair. He watched me for some time hit my pipe, was a little eerie to be honest. I never broke gaze though and through pure intent ...

Entry: VII The slush, I use it to my advantage now, making it able to defend me in my times of torpor. From Blade of Ice to Pillar of Icy Wrath, the slush can at least be seen and manipulated for useful intent rather than just a hindrance. The question now is how to be rid of the fits of coughing t...

Entry: VI The wheezing and coughing to the state of unconsciousness has returned. The torpors are seemingly not enough, not enough with using my essence to prevent them. Pity. Unsure where to go from here, the food around this tower no longer is good enough to be of value to me and my research has ...

Entry: V I believe I am stabilizing into my condition. My stamina seems to have drained from me, leaving me with little endurance. Time I started acting my age I suspect but never to be disheartened, for while my stamina may be drained it seems to have come with an invigoration of fortitude. My day...

Entry: Entry: In the essence of -making-, I see now that the conjuration of meta-manifestation relies on putting Facio as your primary root word. Intent to create, pure focus, that word first then moving outward with your root element. Facio Flamma, Facio Ventus, etc.. when mentally concentrated on...

Entry: Entry: A dream haunts my torpors. Not so much the daemon, but it Vexes me still. This being the location of our great failure and triumph. It's sand, a whole world, inside an hourglass. I am trapped inside endless walking, although the sand is cold and looks more like snow. It even melts sli...

Entry: Entry: IV Conscious Torpor? Not sure that is the words I would use for it, but it seems like the most palatable. To prevent the constant coughing and vomiting of ice slush from my chest as I smoke in deep study of its effect, I have taken to keeping myself asleep for good portions of time. S...

Entry: Entry: III The result is pure and undeniable. Is it a mistake or what I was looking for? Coughed a shard of ice in front of XXXIII, She didn't seem to want to draw attention to the fact she spotted it. We watched it melt together, I wanted to see what would come of the smoke in it as it melt...