I want to do a short entry here, after playing for ten minutes.



I feel dirty.

Not the kind of dirty where mud coats every appendage. No, this... is dirt of the soul. Something has been done here. Everything is purple. Rotting. Tainted.



I can feel the hair on my head on end, prickling with unease. The remains of my robe clinging to me. The wind pulls at me, rain drizzling down from above. My stomach gurgles... I feel sick inside. Its difficult to keep what I ate down. The smell...



Everywhere I look, I see nothing but taint. What used to be a beautiful forest... is dying away. Tendrils of taint gradually eating the land away until it dissolves into a purple liquid that smells of overly acidic compost. Trees, grass, even stone... nothing stops this taint.



Where am I?



I don't... remember. The last I remember... I was prepared. Prepared as a resident witch to fight Leonard. The goat brewer who could make my brews infinite, if persuaded.



The Huntsman, Mog, Gulg, Baba Yaga... even Death and Binky... I had persuaded them. I struck a deal with Torment. My mystical branch had no bounds. A coven of six at my summons. My brews almost perfect. I had the power to turn mobs into my allies. A garden of witchy Eden, surrounding my altar. Little golems of wood and clay doing the grunt labor of farming the plants and replanting them.

One of my coven asked if I had ingested the heart of a demon. No, but if I were to truly become a 'resident witch', I had to strike a deal with Leonard.



I did not expect him to be so strong. He trapped me with my own brews, turning all my power against me. Bound in dense webs, he clopped about, bragging over his last few fights being harder then me. He... took everything. Crushed it beneath his hooves, depositing it into his cauldron. Leonard took my bound body, and... dropped me.



I thought I had died, the searing feeling of being eaten alive boring into my skin.



Apparently not. Dressed in rags, burns of acid stinging my skin. But I'm alive. I lived... but my pride is dead.



I found a box at my feet. A handful of items inside. Weapons. Tools. Made of stone. Everyone starts somewhere... A set of armor. Torches. A glowing seed. A few journals. The first one is silver, and smells like... garlic? I can barely hold this book, my hands... they are bones.



"You must have survived the cauldron to have found this. Leonard has a habit of playing with his food first. If you can turn pages, you must not be dead, for the dead cannot hold this book. It burns them. As you have noticed, this is not your world. It is... Torment, in a sense. A separate dimension, away from others. Corroding slowly away by taint. Taint and flux, the by products of a dense idiotic thaumaturge who chose to confront Leonard on a whim.

If you wish to survive, you need these things in this box. Delve into the studies of magic once more. Heal your wounds quickly, monsters smell blood. Good luck."



Relearn the studies of magic?! Again? I knew my witchery. I knew how everything worked. I knew... but as an exile... I have nothing. With effort, I stowed the journal, and dawned the armor. Almost immediately I am attacked by swarms of taint. Beating them to death with a sharp stone seemed rather ineffective. Especially when I can barely hold it. I broke the swarm nest. I read the other journals with more haste, for the wind picks up and rain pelts me again.



To start again... I need wood. I have some chopping to do.

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Night is approaching. This feeling of unease doesn't help with my condition. I have to find shelter. Lightning strikes nearby. Somewhere underground sounds decent. There's a map in the box. Nothing but purple land around me. Wait... there's a small patch of green to the north. I chose to take a chance. Fleeing as fast as I could move carrying everything in that box, except for tainted goo and wisps. One dissolved in my hands, and despite being lack of flesh on the bone, it hurt. The rest are where I found myself. Trapped in a box.



My limited knowledge of thaumaturgy tells me that pure nodes can change the landscape. Tainted and eerie nodes as well, but to dark, and tainted land. The green spot is on a hill. A decent place to hide, if mobs can't dig.

When I finally reached the hill, I could not see where this pure node was. To the untrained eye, you cannot find a node easily. A goblin started attacking me. Usually, they are passive, and don't attack. The taint must be affecting its mind. Below the hill is a little goblin hut. they might become a threat...



I dug into the hill, careful to not hit a pure node by accident. If I find it, I must protect it. Purity is difficult to find. It looks like I will be seeking that node so I can place a bloom around it. The glowing seed appears to be a combatant of taint.



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