*this page is rather damp the elegant writing is watermarked but legible reeking of the faint scent of bllod and healing potion residue*

This rain feels good.. Skin soaking cold as ice.. A washing cleansing rain.. Let it wash away the past, my old life let it begin anew. Iam no longer the man I was.. Only one knows and truely understands me now, but thats just fine. Im focused now on getting another elusive Violet.. Feeling the claws and talons of the hoards that ravage the lands pierce through my tunic even more ripping and gouging my flesh. I shouldnt complain though it now looks as if I ran through a gauntlet of sadistic men handling cruel edged riding crops. Hopefully my maiden of shadow can heal me up right next time I see her. Iam renewed.. Born again. Iam Death incarnate.. Pestilence.. And the winds of plague follow me in my wake ravaging in my path of destruction. Fear me Darkness. Fear me Daemons.. Iam coming...for you..