The Battle of Empty City, CT Part Five: Whoops I'm Not Actually There Any More so the Title is Misleading

I have successfully evaded my assailants and am back on my journey to the Black Forest. Hopefully the Camper will be either distracted for a suitable length of time for me to complete my journey or outright eliminated in the storms of war.

Either way, they'll never find me again from here on out.

I could rehash my first journey and sneak onto a boat, but I have a better idea.

Fallen angel, I'm coming home.

The Battle of Empty City, CT Part Four: Oh God the Empty City is Burning

I've made my escape.

Our Lady of Fire is a nigh-indomitable force in the face of combat; she enveloped the building which served as my inner sanctum just as the Camper breached my dwelling, and I contorted myself to beyond-slender proportions as I slid through the newly forming cracks in the wall, and I am again on the run.

My proxy army are holding the line valiantly. They're all good men. I'll have to give them all promotions after the lights are out and the party's over.

My final order to them is to get the hell out as Empty City, CT burns to the ground while the Camper army are still within its borders.

I shall have to secure transport back to Europe.

The Black Forest calls to me.

I'll be home soon.

The Battle of Empty City, CT Part Three: End the Heartache and the Thousand Natural Shocks

They're inside my hideout. They're coming for me now, as I write.

They'll be here any minute now.

Little do they know, though, that I have as many ways to escape as they have bodies. For you see, Empty City, CT knows my struggle well, and is prepared to turn the tide of war in my favour.

It is but a foregone conclusion that I will prove too slender for their iron fist.

They're outside my door now.

Catch me if you can.

The Battle of Empty City, CT Part Two: The Torment of Existence Weighed Against the Horror of Nonbeing

Ten days we've waited. Ten days they've delayed. Ten days' grim anticipation

But they're here now. The night sky is aflame with the bright colours of our saltpetre engagement. Every second there sounds a symphony of malevolent lead percussion.

I am perched on the steeple of Empty City, CT's Cathedral of the Ecclesiarchway, overlooking the slender scene. None have reached me yet, but I am amply prepared for such an encounter; only my finest proxies guard this inner sanctum.

I see the Camper's gunshot fireworks reaching the streets closeby. They may be here soon.

I await eagerly to entertain company. Hope they don't mind the mandatory twenty-one gun salute upon their arrival.

The Battle of Empty City, CT Part One: The Ichor and the Proxy

It's been a quiet three months, but they're here. I see Camper lining up just outside of town. Armed to the teeth. Watching. Waiting.

I have a spy within their ranks.

I used a slender-invocation to fuse the consciousness of one of the Camper with my second-in-command. He sees what the Camper sees. Hears what the Camper hears. Feels what the Camper feels. Knows all of their plans, strengths, weaknesses, everything a guy needs, really.

They are to strike at dawn.

We'll be ready.

'Til death you eldritch fuck.