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[EvilBobtheALMIGHTY]

From the Journal of Ilpi Grandboot, the Impure Lucid Realm of Bravery

I leave this diary here for someone, anyone to find. They must know the truth. I am no murderer. I am not a criminal. I. I will write quickly, explain what I can. For what I must do now, would burn my soul in the deepest hells should I not complete my grim task to completion and beg forgiveness from the gods..

Ever since I was a young girl, I've always.. Always been tormented by visions of a.. Thing drenched in blood. It began subtly. As I became a woman, reaching the age of 16 with hopes of a family soon, I began to lose them just as they started. My dreams slowly turned to nightmares.

Long black halls filled to my neck with blood, coming from absolutely everywhere, dropping from endless oblivion from every direction.. And that.. THING above me, almost gloating at my predicament.

It has taunted me, called to me in my sleep. This thing, sloughed in blood, and eyes red like crimson. It's voice, like a babe drowning from a mother's milk turned sour in the teat.

It disgusts me, yet the calling is like Siren's song, and.. I must obey it. It comes closer and yet, though I writhe with disgust from its presence, I always desire more and more to be close to it. Each nightmare always leaves me awoken in the night with a need for air and a single word stuck in my throat in the same moment.

Armok.

[EvilBobtheALMIGHTY]

I know not why I was targetted so. Perhaps I had offended the gods. What gods I don't know, but.. Perhaps it was another life.

A week after the nightmares started, my father was mauled by a pack of wolves in the forest while he was looking for firewood for the night. When he didn't come home for hours, there was a search set up to find him. I joined out of fear that I would lose my father if I didn't. I guess I was wrong. ...

I was the one who found his body first. If he wasn't wearing his favourite vest, I don't think I would have recognized him. His head was nearby his body, the eyes eaten by crows already. His body lay torn in half at the waist, arms ending in bloody stumps. The scene was horrific to my young eyes, but hindsight is always 20-20 I'm told. I was told they found his axe imbedded in a tree nearby covered in what a hunter was fairly sure was wolf blood. I don't know. I was too busy to care at that point.

The rest of the searchers found me cradling his decapitated body, sobbing uncontrollably. I don't remember much after that. I was told I had to be dragged away from his body, kicking and screaming that I'd get revenge. Why I wanted revenge, I don't know but.. From that moment on, I was spurred on to pursue the martial arts.

Without the rest of my family knowing what was going on, I took my father's wood axe (It.. Seemed appropriate), took my late grandfather's old war armor from its chest, took what gold I could scrape up and left a note saying I'd never be back (Which also seemed appropriate). Just before dawn broke, I left my home of Touchlight and vowed never to return.

[EvilBobtheALMIGHTY]

The first thing I learned to do after I left was how to swing that axe. It was a cumbersome weapon, but.. I had to. Wolves in the night would sneak up on me, snarling their black maws of hate, while the rest of them followed suite like some caravan of darkness ready to feast on my young flesh. If I were to survive, I would have none of it.

Each pack thought they could take me, and each pack lay lying in their own decaying pools of blood, for the swings of my axe take them. Each time they swelled from the black abyss, I came near death and I was the one who stood victorious. Each time I laughed, and laughed, always breaking down into a fit of tears afterwards. For it was really a series of empty victories. Nobody cared about a stupid girl fighting for her life out in the wilderness.

Nobody, at least, but them.

That's when I found the temple. I thought nothing of this empty little town I had just entered, until I found the temple of the God of Rumours.
I was stunned to find such a magnificent temple to such an odd god in the middle of nowhere. But the priests were so friendly to me. They reminded me that I was human again, and not some blood drenched killing machine.

After talking to a few of them, I asked to join immediately. I had to. I realized then that my purpose was not senseless murder out in those forests, hunting a numberless enemy. It was to find purpose in myself with this God.

Looking about, I found the one I was looking for, the High Priest of this order. I begged to join. The Deacon seemed aback for how I almost demanded to join, but he regained his composure and let me into his flock.

When he touched me on my forehead, reminding me to place my faith in the rumour, that's when it happened.

[EvilBobtheALMIGHTY]

Everything froze for a moment and then slowly, but surely came to be coated with blood absolutely everywhere. I watched the High Priest's face go from a warm pink to a sickening blood red. I noticed above me was a black, almost bile shaped thing from the heavens about to strike me. I was terror struck, as everything was stopped and so was I.

My blood froze the moment I heard the Thing from my dreams.

"Forgetting about me, girl? Trying to run away to some false icon, in the hopes that you would escape ME? Face my wrath, earthborne, and take your new family with you."

At that moment, everything went back to reality. The High Priest seemed almost puzzled by my look and asked, "What is the matter, my daughter?" At that moment, my axe cleaved itself into his foot.

It was almost surreal. The terror of the High priest as I swung again. I had missed but again I swung. "My child, STOP" he cried, grabbing my axe hand by the wrist.

But it was too late, my axe had dug into his forearm as he spoke. He retaliated, striking me in my chest with his fist, the blow glancing off my grandfather's prized armor. Priests and laymen alike all about me rushed to try and stop my murderous rampage. I cared not. All that mattered to me at that moment was that everyone should die, and that I was the perfect vehicle for the task.

I swung again, my axe cleaving perfectly into the High Priest's elbow. He cried out as the joint snapped, leaving it near useless. He struck at me again, and again it glanced away. Swinging once more, my axe dug into his upper right arm, cleaving a bloody wound.

With the cry of a madman, the High Priest charged at me. I was stunned for but a moment as I toppled backwards, the man fighting for his life atop me. Moving his grip on my wrist, he punched at me, striking me in the arm. I cried out a near muffled cry as it struck, bruising me lightly. And then, suddenly my axe hand was locked at the wrist with his hand. He grinned and said, "For the Glory of the God of Rumour, I take your hand and life away from you!" And then he sprained my wrist.

I screamed loudly from the pain, with he attempting to break my hand at this point. My axe swung wildly as I kicked and fought in any attempt to get away. He punched me to no avail, yet his attack on my hand continued. His upper arm was cleaved again yet he didn't release my wrist. It was burning to the point where it felt like it was about to break.

My body suddenly found an opening as I kicked him upwards from the crotch. His eyes went wide as I kicked, and at that moment my axe was free, and I cleaved him in his gut. I must have hit him hard, for he flew several feet away, his guts flying from the wound. He collapsed in a pile of sad pathetique, my heart stinging with regret for only a moment.

For another priest charged me from the side, yelling curses from a god I had naught any time to embrace. He swung punches at me, trying to punish my sins with his mortal frame. His skill at the pugilist arts were not as great as his teacher, for they struck my shield over and over again, none finding home.

[Armok]

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