bury another under a pile of corpses (original) (raw)

Oh. Well we've taken up arms against a sea of devils it seems. This town brindenford is a hell on earth I says - every step we're hunted and every step is a step deeper into perdition. Mad-god cultists and their disturbing oozing mouth-eye helpers = I can only sing against them blinded and terrified. Or shoot them. Shoot them all in the back. After all the killing- and there's been a lot lately - dozens of rat-things, dozens of crazed wizards and now... assassins. And Redgar. Don't imagine to forget that. One of the mighty has fallen and I know who is to blame. Revenge - Chester mentions it and it's almost in passing now. Revenge- we have so much revenge to take so many to kill to avenge each comerade that falls. Revenge- but I blame one person for this. One person who should have been there, could have helped - could have stayed disaster - and he's Tyriel. Tyriel will be punished for his complacency - I'll take everything he has and keep it for myself.

I'll take everything from this fucking town as well- this shithole pit that can't take care of itself- can't keep the devil himself out of it. I'll take revenge on them because all this death is their fault too.

Kill- I'll kill so many more. 6 men died today on two of my arrows. I'm cunning enough to save myself, would that I were brave enough to save my friend. And for a moment I mourned all the murder- all the killing I'm forced to do- for a moment -after the fugue leaves me - after all our enemies lay sprawling in their blood - and then Chester tells me, hysterical and stupid just as everything Chester says seems to be anymore- Redgar's fallen, killed.

And suddenly I know that should I dance on a hill of my fallen enemies I would not be satisfied.

They must all be destroyed.