09-13-2010, 08:59 PM
A simple book lays on the top of a bed. There is nothing special about it, it's not torn and is no where near elegant in any way. Never judge a book by it's cover.
Let us turn to the first page, and read the strange red ink.
Let us turn to the first page, and read the strange red ink.
Spoiler:
I've gotten a journal so that, in case it is my time to parish soon, someone will know the truth about me.
I broke my Fel addiction; I am no longer a warlock. The spells I once commanded I can no longer do. Good; I felt my mind clear at that moment. Ever moment of pain was worth it. There is so much to tell for my first entry; I do hope whoever finds this enjoys reading. I guess I can break it up into parts, first and foremost though.
I was attacked outside of Booty Bay yesterday by a ghoul known as Braindrinker, pet of Sanya. I'll tell about the attack as well as I can remember.
Read no more if you are weak of stomach.
He was in the middle of the path, chewing on something. I jumped off my mount and asked him who he was, then he spat out a finger. I forget exactly what he said before, but he looked at me oddly.
"I want a little taste."
Then he struck.
I was tackled to the ground and pinned. I tried to punch him, but all it did was knock his mask off. I switched arms to hit him with my left. He didn't dodge, he opened his mouth wide. I saw sharp, jagged teeth before he fit half my forearm in his mouth, and bit down.
I had never felt so much pain in my life.
I tried to scratch his face, it didn't work. He took offense and stuck his fingers into my right eye socket and pulled it out. I grabbed his arm to stop him, but the blood loss was taking its toll.
I had to make a choice: I let go of his arm and threw a punch at him. He jerked his hand back and took my eye with him. A lost eye, I could deal. That wasn't enough for him though. He let go of my arm but grabbed it right after. His free hand reached back and grabbed his giant red axe.
Time slowed.
It took ages for the axe to reach my arm, cleaving right though the bone. The pain was almost enough to make me pass out, but I was freed. I turn, and I ran. I heard him giggle like a child and run as well.
I didn't feel myself fall; I only saw black and my body hit the ground. I wasn't out though; I called the wolf to me, used my blood to make a sloppy message, and sent him off. Now I could only wait for death.
The wolf found Voran, thank the light. He didn't seem to really care that I was lying in my own blood missing an eye and part of an arm. It took him long enough, but he managed to heal me.
The rest of the day was rather dull until Naraith showed up and saw me. I find it odd how he cares so much about my physical health. We are kin in a way though, perhaps that is why. I hope he won't get in trouble for helping me.
I shall tell about more tomorrow, for now, I need rest.
I broke my Fel addiction; I am no longer a warlock. The spells I once commanded I can no longer do. Good; I felt my mind clear at that moment. Ever moment of pain was worth it. There is so much to tell for my first entry; I do hope whoever finds this enjoys reading. I guess I can break it up into parts, first and foremost though.
I was attacked outside of Booty Bay yesterday by a ghoul known as Braindrinker, pet of Sanya. I'll tell about the attack as well as I can remember.
Read no more if you are weak of stomach.
He was in the middle of the path, chewing on something. I jumped off my mount and asked him who he was, then he spat out a finger. I forget exactly what he said before, but he looked at me oddly.
"I want a little taste."
Then he struck.
I was tackled to the ground and pinned. I tried to punch him, but all it did was knock his mask off. I switched arms to hit him with my left. He didn't dodge, he opened his mouth wide. I saw sharp, jagged teeth before he fit half my forearm in his mouth, and bit down.
I had never felt so much pain in my life.
I tried to scratch his face, it didn't work. He took offense and stuck his fingers into my right eye socket and pulled it out. I grabbed his arm to stop him, but the blood loss was taking its toll.
I had to make a choice: I let go of his arm and threw a punch at him. He jerked his hand back and took my eye with him. A lost eye, I could deal. That wasn't enough for him though. He let go of my arm but grabbed it right after. His free hand reached back and grabbed his giant red axe.
Time slowed.
It took ages for the axe to reach my arm, cleaving right though the bone. The pain was almost enough to make me pass out, but I was freed. I turn, and I ran. I heard him giggle like a child and run as well.
I didn't feel myself fall; I only saw black and my body hit the ground. I wasn't out though; I called the wolf to me, used my blood to make a sloppy message, and sent him off. Now I could only wait for death.
The wolf found Voran, thank the light. He didn't seem to really care that I was lying in my own blood missing an eye and part of an arm. It took him long enough, but he managed to heal me.
The rest of the day was rather dull until Naraith showed up and saw me. I find it odd how he cares so much about my physical health. We are kin in a way though, perhaps that is why. I hope he won't get in trouble for helping me.
I shall tell about more tomorrow, for now, I need rest.