Closing In On The Prize

Silvermist isn't being very subtle. There might as well be a trail of bread crumbs leading straight to it.

We're still in LA, and I've been paying close attention to the local crime rates. Obviously, there's a lot of crime around here. But some of it is connected to the Fears. I can see the eldritch energy at some of the crime scenes. I suppose it could be connected to any Fear, but something tells me that Silvermist is responsible.

I'm close to pinpointing it. And was I find that bastard, I should be able to get the Rake to leave me alon. Seriously, that thing keeps coming into my hotel room and whispering that I need to find Silvermist. I don't know whether to be terrified or annoyed.

I Can't Do Anything Right, Can I?

We entered the Black Garden (which was actually just a normal building), and were ambushed. Sound and Gamer were there, as well as about 2 dozen other proxies. Paris was there. I decided to act. I gave into the darkness, and broke free. I released the others. The proxies attacked me, and I started fighting. Then Kallaway showed up and joined in. Daniel and the others managed to escape in the chaos. Another Emissary, who I'm guessing was Wildfire, appeared. The fight lasted for a while before we all felt it; Slender Man was there. Kallaway charged through the proxies and left the room.

I lost control. I devoured them all. Then I turned on Wildfire. She was an Emissary, and I planned to kill her. Unfortunately, The Bloody Biker decided to show up. It was 2 on 1, and I was outmatched. I managed to keep going for a few minutes before they overpowered me.

That's when he appeared. He stabbed the Biker through the chest with his rapier, grabbed me, and pulled me through the God's Way and back to the hotel. He said something before leaving.

"You used to tell me that you wouldn't be able to pull me out of the fire every time I got in trouble," he said. "I won't be able to save you every time either."

Then he vanished. Tony made it back shortly after that, and then Daniel got back. I'm glad to know they're okay, but we failed to stop Slender Man from changing Paris.

And it's getting harder to control the darkness. I relapsed and ate a bunch of proxies. This can't keep happening. I need to contain it somehow.

And The Blackness Spreads

Yesterday night, we went inside the building, and there he was. The Scion I had met in Vancouver.

"Good to see you again, Malkator," he said.
"Figured I'd be meeting you," I said. "You're the one who left Daniel that picture, right?"
"Yes," he said. "It contained a vision of this place, so that he'd know where to come for answers."
"Who are you?" Daniel asked.
"My name is Dyson Malrick," he said. "I am a servant of the Vision, and I have seen much of what will occur in your future."
"So you're psychic?" Daniel inquired.
"In a manner of speaking," he said. "There are some things I can see and some things I cannot. I honestly wasn't expecting Malkator to be here, but I'm glad he is."
I could already tell what was going through his head.
"You said I had to come here for answers," Daniel said. "What can you tell me?"
Dyson got out a map of the city. There were several place that had been circled. He pointed to one of them.
"This is the Black Garden Of S," He said. "It's a recently set up proxy hideout. Your friend will be brought there tomorrow night. That's when you need to take action."
"Anything we should be prepared for?" i asked.
"Anything," he said. "I tried to see what is destined to occur, but it is blocked off to me. Anything could happen, so you should be ready for anything."
"Why can't you see?" Daniel asked.
"Most likely due to Fear involvement," Dyson said. "You'd better go get ready. I need to speak with Malkator alone for a minute."
Just as I was expecting. He led me into a back room and started talking.
"The darkness in your heart has increased," he said.
"What of it?" I asked.
"You'll never be able to keep it contained if this goes on," he said. "You need the Vision's consciousness if you want to control it."
"I knew you were going to bring this up, and the answer's no," I said. "I'm not going to take your life. I'll control the darkness on my own."
I clenched my fist in the air to display my resolve, and I saw it. Darkness was seeping from my skin.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Shut up!" I said. I focused and managed to suppress it again. "I'll find my own way to control it. I don't need your help or the Vision's."

I stormed out afterwards.

We'll be going to the Black Garden in a few hours.

What The Hell Are They Up To?

Crow wanted to talk about the Emissaries. Ren was also there. Here's how it went;

C; The Game Master's planning something.
M; Obviously.
C; I mean, like, besides trying to kill you.
R; He's been sending his Emissaries to try and contact the Plague Doctor.
M; About what?
R; I don't know what he wants with my boss, but it can't be good. Plus, I got a look at some of those Emissaries, and they're not friendly.
M; What can you tell us?
R; One of them was really peculiar. He can control peoples emotions. Make them feel whatever he wants them to. Joy, sadness, rage, fear, anything.
M; You know what he's called?
R; I can't remember exactly. Phantom, or something like that.
M; Anything else you know?
R; There was this one guy who attacked me with a sword.
M; You mean Kallaway?
R; I didn't catch his name. There were a couple things off about him though. I can't explain it though. it was as if something was inside of him.
M; That's highly possible.
C; There's more then that. There's a government organization in league with the Game Master, and apparently their leader was made into an Emissary.
M; Do you know what he' capable of?
C; No clue, but the organization's been experimenting with weaponry, mainly sound based.
M; Well that doesn't remind me of anyone at all.
C; Thanks for the sarcasm. The Convocation's already confirmed that the Slender Proxy called Sound is this guy's son. The two hate each other, though. This guy is also responsible for whatever's been going on with Silvermist.
M; So what should we do about him?
C; For now, we just need to gather information.
M; I can't get in touch with Myrir right now, but I think I'll be meeting Sound soon enough. I might be able to figure some stuff out from him.
C; Okay. If either of you find anything out, contact me and let me know. The Game Master is an enemy to all of us.
R; Helthead will be getting in touch with those Emissaries soon, so I can hopefully find some things out.

Ren then left through a portal to the Crumbling Castle.

C; Before you go, there's something I need to tell you about.
M; Yes?
C; You still owe the Convocation a debt, and they may be taking you up on it soon.
M; What exactly do they want me to do?
C; I don't know yet. They've been dealing with something lately, but they're leaving me in the dark. Anyway, you'd better go get all that stuff with Daniel taken care of.

Then he left. I'm with Daniel now, in LA. I think I know who's waiting for us here.

Pain Sucks

On my way back to Daniel's, I was attacked by none other than the Bloody Biker. He's gotten stronger. Much stronger. I managed to escape using the God's Way. I made to Daniel's friend's house. They patched me up some. I'm still injured, but I'll have to suck it up. I can tolerate some pain. I'm and Ex-Martyr, after all.

We're leaving tomorrow. We've made all the preparations. But first, I need to take care of something. Alexander -Crow's little pet- stopped by with a piece of paper. It has an address and some brief instructions. Crow needs to talk to me about something before I go to L.A. I don't know what it's about, but it sounds important.

Be patient for just a bit longer Daniel. I'll try to finish up my business with Crow as fast as I can.

Amazing

It happened. I went where the Vision showed me. It was in the woods, nice and secluded.

Reality began shifting. Time itself was torn and he appeared there.

"Nice to see you, Malkator," he said. "What time is it?"
"Nearing midnight," I said. "The 11th of September."
"Really?" he asked. "Well, that's perfect. I can accomplish quite a bit now. Do me a favor and don't tell anyone what I am."
"I think it'd be better if everyone figured it out on their own," I said. "I'll keep your identity a secret for now."
"Good," he said. "Also, you should really talk to Myrir. You might not have a lot of time left with her."

Then he vanished into the God's Way. That last comment of his kind of bugged me. Oh well. I need to get back to Daniel. I've put things off long enough.

End Of The Tournament

Blair won. I'm glad. He/she was the only one I liked out of all the contestants.


My suspicion was dead on. The reason the Game Master held that tournament was to find some one worthy of making into an Emissary. Some one who could defeat me. Some one like David Kallaway. Well, David, I hope you know I read your blog. I know what's going on, and I know that I won't hesitate to destroy you if we cross paths.

Also, I think I know what's up with Daniel's destiny. Why it's split in two. I found the Vision in the Streams of Destiny. She showed me some stuff. There's a time and a place I have to go.


A paradox is about to occur.

Doing a favor

Okay, drunk, sorry for typos.

So, O'Zalia asked me to do something for him, so I asked Daniel to put off the trip for a bit. My job was to sneaked into the board and deliver some heart meds to a competitor named David Kallaway. I think Isaac's rooting for this guy. My money's on Blair, to be honest, but what ever. I decided to watch some of the matches. I didn't actually stay on the board, because I already know that my powers would be suppressed upon entry, so I just viewed through portal's while I stayed in the Streams Of Destiny.

One of the competitors who was slain had a gun with infinite ammo. The gun was set out for any of the other competitors to claim if they wanted it. I wanted it. So I opened a portal right next to where the gun was placed, reached out, and grabbed it. The Ace of Spades almost caught me, but I closed the portal just in time. So yeah, I scored a magic gun.

On my way back to Daniel's, I was attacked. It was weird. this dark figure rose from the shadows. I thought it was a Nightlander at first, but then I realized it was something else; something between a human and a Nightlander, like some kind of twisted fusion. His hair was made of shadows, as was part of his face and his right arm. He was carrying a sword of darkness and was wearing an archaeologist uniform. I escaped. Like most eldritch weirdos, I couldn't see his destiny, but I could see his identity; William Dawson. I swear I've heard that name before, but I can;t recall where.