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Drakensang: The Dark Eye Equipment Database: Item Details
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Aldessia's Diary |
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Description:
I have been stuck here for several weeks now. The darkness and the stone
in these halls and the narrowness of the Dwarves are driving me to the brink of insanity. As soon as you talk to these stinking beard mutterers you could think that time
passes through lead, that's how laboriously these vertically-challenged
cretins bring out their slow speech through their beards,
which are matted by beer and tobacco and remnants of other foul substances. They are mostly drunk
or filthy from their grubby, menial work -
and usually both. All that iron and the stone repulse me to the point of nausea. I hope to get my moroseness out of my system through writing,
to avoid starting to talk to myself. These notes may also help me
to not miss any clues, and in the dragon's end,
enable me to deliver a precise report to my mistress and thus end my assignment successfully.
But there is a lot of work to do before then.
Patience, Aldessia, be patient! Soon the day will come when you stand before your mistress once again, and instead of having to endure the dirty Dwarves,
you can be in awe of the wondrous scales, the grace and power ,
and soak up the mind-expanding intelligence of Mistress Malgorra. Mantra'Ke! How I would love to be one of these infinitely lovely, scaled beings, so full of power and courage in battle. Full of intelligence and free of remorse for your deeds. But how can anyone
as unworthy as I be transformed?
The legends tell of an artifact - the Dragon's Armor. If you wear it longer than five moons, then the wearer changes into a dragonling? How I wish I had that artifact! Yet I am still a human - how can I prove myself worthy of Malgorra in my mortal mantel? She has a great deal of trust in me and I must!!! bring the task to a completely successful conclusion.
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All these rare goods have secured me a safe place in Murolosh
and my disguise is perfect. It seems as if there could be one or the other Dwarven woman
who seems somewhat interested in an Aranian cologne or
Fasar jewelry, and their stumpy-legged men never fail to
find a reason to get closer and stare at me. Their dull-wittedness, however, goes so far
that they don't deviate from their ingrained habits...
and thus they remain suspicious and overly careful
so that I scarcely have any opportunities to explore one or the other
abandoned passageway without being observed. So far I've managed to gather enough information to know
that I have to continue my search deeper - a very great deal deeper.
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A coincidence has come to my aid. An rather naive researcher has shown up here
and is mixing things up quite a bit. For some reason the Dwarves trust him
to a certain extent - I suppose he amuses them - and
so this Ivan Trapperfield or Tapperfield is able to wander
around quite freely, and ask questions without fully realizing their scope in his na?vet?. It was child's play to wrap him around my little finger and I
was able to mold him like wax, until he was a willing tool in my hands... In spite of all of his showy bluster, he seemed to be happy
enough to have someone to lean on between these dark stones because of his lack of experience. In the meantime we have already had a few outings
to remote passageways with that eccentric mushroom farmer.
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I also supplied him with all sorts of useful tools, food and lighting
equipment from my abundant stores, and as he left, I murmured "I'll be waiting for you here, my brave warrior" into his ear... Then he trudged off into the darkness of the deeper-lying passages. I have a good feeling that that stripling will come back to me with valuable
information. That fairy-tale believing fool
who expects to find the pure gold of the Golden City of Corumbra. And it is a big advantage
for me not to have to go down there myself -- for annoyed,
nearly angry, head-shaking á- the Dwarves - even if not quite threatening something dire - and with Zolgarax, that fool of a Dwarf priest at the forefront, would have tried to stop Trapperfield from going on his expedition Now I can mingle with the prophets of doom and people shaking their heads, thereby ingratiating myself with the Dwarves further and increasing their trust in me somewhat.
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Mantra'Ke Shalla! That na?ve fool had actually succeeded -
he came stumbling back to Murolosh loaded up with treasure - gold, gems, pearls
completely disheveled and slightly disoriented, muttering about dragon glyphs, cyclopsian statues and huge monsters of the deep. Imni Scra Shandra! That son of a blundering pouch monkey! And instead of coming to me first, no - he had to rush off to the market,
shout out his knowledge everywhere and then wanted to march off with his Murolosh treasures to tell other researchers of his discovery. The Dwarves didn't waste any time, and
dragged him before their mentally deficient, doddering king. He ordered them to take all the treasure away from the human - "The gold from the depths of the Anvil belongs to the Dwarves alone" - he roared. Then my young admirer was shown the gate with a kick to his backside, and now I have to start all over again. That fool!
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As luck would have it, I have found some help again. A Mountebank arrived yesterday and we had a nice chat...I'm sure that Salina will prove to be a very useful tool...
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