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Destiny waits for no man.
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Entries Dated Thursday, 10 March 2011
I was wondering where I left this thing. Very careless of me... but I suppose I have not had a lot to write about in ages. Actually, that's not strictly true. I think I was going through a more private stage, where even telling my journal felt like betraying a trust. It happens. I'm over it.

I went into the Tomb of the High Kings today. Surprisingly I spent more than a few marcs there - Not training and not even killing to collect spoils in order to trade for something of value. I was just... killing. For no other reason than I could. Hundreds and hundreds of Tomb Wretches. As long as I could stand it. Just killing to kill. Over... and over... hack, swing, slash... bloodied carcass over bloodied carcass.

I don't feel guilty about it. I guess they deserve it. Something tells me they deserve it. Evil, vile, wretched creatures. Death is a release, a way out of their twisted malevolent existence. I hate that place. I hate those things. Things. There is no better word for them. Barely alive - certainly not living in the way we know life. Animated maybe is a better word. Enough so to be dangerous... but only to those that venture there, only to those that wish to fight them. And I did. I wanted to kill them until my body ached. I wanted to punish them for every harm or hurt that has been dealt to my family, my guild and my homeland. I wanted every strike to give me a little more release from this war and make things better. Make the days in Valorn that much brighter.

It didn't work. I left there unsatisfied. Aching, covered in gods-know-what that oozed from their rotting flesh. I may never get the stench of N'rolav off of me... or worse, I fear, there may always be a piece of that darkness inside of me. It didn't do anything. Sunrifter did not shine any brighter in Valorn when I returned home to beloved guildhall. There is no easy end to this war against evil. No way out of this curse the demon lord has placed on our lands.

I'm tired.

I will go back when I'm refreshed.
Because I can.
Raffe posted @ 15:31 - Link - comments