She is the ultimate warrior, born from a race of ultimate warriors. Her blades have defended The Isle for longer than we know. With a shock of purple hair and an eternally intimidating demeanor, Destiny Lass has become our most stalwart champion and an enduring mystery. Though she usually guards her privacy with ferocity, Destiny
She is the ultimate warrior, born from a race of ultimate warriors. Her blades have defended The Isle for longer than we know. With a shock of purple hair and an eternally intimidating demeanor, Destiny Lass has become our most stalwart champion and an enduring mystery.
Though she usually guards her privacy with ferocity, Destiny Lass surprised us by requesting we post these excerpts from her journal.
September 22, 2013
I have returned from Hell and my journeys beyond. In my time, it has been decades, but I thought I was returning to a time close to when I left. But I find the Halls abandoned. My acquaintances…gone. I dare not try to shift again until I can figure out when I am and what has happened here.
September 24, 2013
I found a Quinnbot unit. Its body was severely damaged and I could not find the battery pack, but with some persistence I was able to hook its memory core into a still-functioning computer and download the data. It turns out the Hallsians simply left. No war, no illness, no quasi-dimensional phenomena. They all decided to go their separate ways.
September 25, 2013
I feel anger. My people…it takes a lot for us to feel anger. I could understand if something had happened, if they were forced away…but to just abandon this place, their home. The Unconquered would never abandon their home. We held against the demon armies for centuries! It cost us nearly everything, but we held! WE FUCKING HELD
Spent too long in Hell, I think. Too long with demons. Maybe some time alone is actually called for.
September 30, 2013
I’ve suspected that the chickenraptors on The Isle had returned after examining the damage to the Quinnbot. We had thought they were exterminated, but the area around Darkhawk Lake seems to have suffered a cataclysm of some sort. I don’t know the full extent of the damage, but whatever happened, it gave the chickenraptors new life. I did, however, find the Quinnbot’s battery. I’ll try and bring it back online.
October 11, 2013
I have made camp on a bluff overlooking what was once Darkhawk Lake. Whatever happened here broke the dam and drained it completely. It is filled with skeletons and the stench of death. Disturbingly, I see no sign of The Dreadnought’s remains. Is it responsible for this? Did it finally outgrow the confines of the Lake? Perhaps, but it couldn’t be responsible for what else has happened to this area. There is a darkness here that even I cannot explain. There is also a village of people here that I have no memory of. Even The Quinnbot has no record of their existence. But they need to be warned of the danger.
October 12, 2013
The villagers are a deeply suspicious and xenophobic people. They did not take kindly to my presence or my “alien” appearance. I came to help them, but I ended up having to hurt several of them to escape. I still cannot explain their presence.
January 1, 2014
217. I have killed 217 chickenraptors. I fear this is just a drop in the bucket. I fear that not even I can destroy them all. They are surprisingly fearsome opponents. The last time the Hallsians faced them, they had the help of a relic, the Stovesword, to aid them. But the sword is gone, just like everyone else. I will make do. I will hold.
May 26, 2014
704. Quinnbot says I’m pushing myself too hard. He says I should shift home, have my people heal my wounds. He is probably right. But for some reason I can’t bring myself to tell him…I can’t shift anymore. The concussion it…well. I have no one but myself to blame.
This is the anniversary of the founding of the Halls. I miss them.
August 9, 2014
1,167. My leg is broken. I’ve never broken a leg before. I didn’t even know it was possible. It is fucking awful. I had to be dragged out of the woods by a fucking robot! I am Unconquered! We have never needed “saving.” Quinnbot is doing his best to nurse me back to health, but I have to want to get better. I’m not sure I do.
November 23, 2014
Why haven’t they come back? Where is my beloved? Why am I alone? Is my daughter still out there? Is anyone?
December 12, 2014
1,445. The Isle is overrun. It took me too long to heal adequately, and these fucking birds breed too fast. I cannot…I cannot hold alone. Whatever darkness has infected this place makes me weaker. I risk death if I stay. Quinnbot thinks it’s safer for me to try and shift home now that I’ve regained the ability. He claims he can call me back if things change. Something in his voice, though…can the robot feel fear?
For that matter…can I? Is that what I’m feeling now?
March 27, 2016
I have returned. I never heard from Quinnbot, but I came anyway. He admitted he lied, that he couldn’t communicate with me. He knew I wouldn’t leave otherwise. He locked himself away in the old Reliquary. It’s the only place on The Isle that’s still safe. Whatever force that corrupted this place now pervades everything. Again, I am made to feel helpless. To feel cold. To feel fear.
March 29, 2016
Quinnbot tells me The Isle is sinking, falling from the sky. He suspects it’s the darkness that infects this place, and he doesn’t know how to stop it. The Isle has a year at most before it’s just…gone. Before even their memories are…gods above. I have to hold. I have to.
April 1, 2016
It is appropriate on this Day of Fools that I go on a Fool’s Errand. I must return home and try to rally a force to take back The Isle. I don’t know how I will convince anyone to follow me in what is surely a lost cause, but I can’t lose this place. Not without a fight.
February 11, 2017
I have failed. None of The Unconquered wanted to join the insane quest of a tainted warrior to save a place none of them had heard of. None of my few allies among the demons saw the benefit either. Still, I returned. This is where I belong. This is where I may die. But I will take as many of these fucking birds with me as I can before I go! My blades will sing a song of fury so loud they will hear it on my homeworld! It will rattle the roof of Hell and shake the floor of Heaven! This is my DESTINY!
February 12, 2017
A green light fell from the sky. We will go there now.
February 13, 2017
He’s back. I don’t know how. The last time I saw…he was different. It was a very long time ago. We found him in a crater in the middle of the old Lake. He’s got a forcefield protecting him, but it’s shrinking and he’s unconscious. Swarms of chickenraptors surround him. There’s too many to cut through. Quinnbot says he’s working on a way to get to him. I hear fear in his voice again.
February 15, 2017
He calls himself Ryokuro now. He knows me, he knows what we were and all that we did, but he has changed. I suppose I have, too. His presence…restored everything. What few chickenraptors remain have retreated to Darkhawk Crater. He says he’ll put out the word, bring everyone back. This place will soon be raucous with hysteria again. The result is better than I dared hope, but the cost was…
Quinnbot is gone. He blew himself up to clear the way. In the end, it was not the warrior, but the robot that saved us all.
April 14, 2017
The Grand Re-Opening is only a couple of days away. Ryokuro has been consumed with the preparations. Even so, we keep mostly to ourselves. It’s been…easier that way. He is much as he was when the Halls was new, foolish and reckless and full of mischief. He’s already muttering nonsense like “invisible bears.” Only I will know the truth of what he became and what he’s lost to come back.
Today I start work on a new Battlegrounds. Push The Isle back into the sky where it belongs. And someday, when it hurts a little less, I’ll tell the story of the little droid who did what I could not…who fulfilled his own destiny.