Uroboros I

Jack’ s current existence was something that had been to him before somewhat of an impossible and frightening revelation. He existed in the impossible in the chaotic. His mind was only his own because of that chaos. Otherwise it would have been consumed by two thirds of his psyche. Madness and Hunger. Both drove their hosts to lose their mind. Both ultimately in different ways, madness at least still had some sense of coherency. Hunger however was a simple beast like instinct to devour everything that came before it. Something that was far more terrifying than the loss of mind madness caused. He bent down and picked up some traces of hells soil. He was stronger now than he had been before. He knew that much already, the powers of hunger and madness had created a kind of unstable strength within him. Back before duing his research of psyche demons he had always thought that it was impossible to hold the unique traits of more than one type. And now strangely he was living conclusive proof that this was wrong.

However, then again. Perhpas he was different. Perhaps he was the exception to the rule. Madness had existed within him ever since he had firt entered the library and encountered the man behind the door. Hunger, hunger was an infection, one that only didn’t progress due to the powers of pride and madness holding it back. But he still felt it there. Lurking in the dark corners of his mind. Everytime he saw another demon, every time he saw Sera. It gnawed at him.

EXP: 302
PWC:265( Researcher)

Jack’s curiosity about his current state of existence was more than just about him being a sort of freak among his kind however. It was about the state of change that had occurred in his actual physical body. He knew that someone, likely the old man that he remembered eating. (Whoops). Had somehow applied Jack’s own research to his body in order to complete precisely what Jack had wanted to do. He had created, turned Jack into the perfect replication of draconian attributes within a demon. It had even granted him a draconic form. But in order to understand the methods and how it had been done, Jack had to first investigate the place where the blood mage had worked his magic upon Jack. And that led to the demon lord now heading back down into the depths of the caverns. Jack didn’t really want to go down there again.

He had went down here the last time with the intent of never returning to the surface. And that had almost been true. He had died down here, and this place now gave him that creeping sensation, memories fo the darkness. The screaming. Centuries of agony that he would never dare tell Sera about lest she lose hope in everything hat existed after the body had long rotted. He remembered everything, every second. And that was what caused that little voice in hi head to crop up, that little voice that told him to stay away. To not go in any further least he not return. And yet. He had no choice. So into the dark he went again, this time with all hope and intent of returning.

EXP:305
PWC:279

It didn’t stay dark for very long, these caverns were the sources of Barathrum Regnum’s magma flows. The heat of the magma became apparent after a few feet below, after that the red hot glow of it against the rocks became utterly obvious. Jack took what he could from memory when he headed down there eventually ending up at the large hole he had created in this place when he had first became the dragon, back then he had not really cared much about the equipement used the research notes or any of that rubbish back then. It had all just been a case of getting out of there, finding a way to the surface and discovering just what the world above had to offer, and unbeknownst to him back then it had more to offer than he could ever have actually guessed. It had held his old life. A life that was unfortunately infinitely more complicated than the life of a dragon.

He jumped down into the hole and began to rummage around in what he could, there were bits of broken glass although they looked as if they came from windows. Yes, he remembered that he’d first transformed in a holding room and broken through the roof there. The rest of the lab was deeper into the earth in a door somewhere. He reached out his hand and before him the rubble faded into dust in the air, the magic of matter came in handy a lot. And there was the door. Likely within there would be secrets to learn. And more importantly, a lab to claim.

EXP:289
PWC:271

He pulled open the door and began to descend down into the rough jagged staircase that this hole seemed to leave down into. The heat of the area quickly seemed to fade. Memories on the edge of his consciousness. Yes, down here it wasn’t hot rather it was the opposite. The further down her went the colder it got until finally he had to watch his footing on the stairs least the ice that was forming on its surface began to cause danger of slipping. The mist of his breath began to obscure vision in front of him. His resistance to ice magic seemed to have faded along with his rebirth, he was going to have to fix that with continued practice. Perhaps it was just that with his rebirth not all of his skills had returned as of yet along with his memories, but he was more than willing to give it the time and space it required to progress.

Just as he thought down here in this freezing cold place was kept the majority of the blood mages research and research materials. Blood, bodies. Books test tubes. Magical circles. Tables with restraints and of course the surgical tools that had no doubt been used in carving up his own body during the little dragon experiment. Which had of course backfired. Even if it had been a complete success the blood mage hadn’t managed to retain any kind of control over him. Whether or not he had tried he didn’t know. Or was it just that dragons were beings of natural chaos? Wild. Uncontrolled.

EXP:290
PWC:267

Job Roll

The member 'Jack' has done the following action : Dices roll

'10 (aka Steal) Roll' : 6