Concieted, wretched humans! For far too long have be tolerated their abuses of nature. Now is the day of their reckoning. Now is the day, of their demise.
Simple. Concice. Efficent. Bang two rocks together, take a stick, lash them together. It really is that easy. And yet humans insist upon unneeded complexity. Humanoids are predators, we understand this. Take what is needed and no more, and there is plenty for all. Follow the example of the noble wolf, the culler of the unworthy. OUr reverence of the All-Mother has given us great powers over the forces of the world. and those forces will soon be brough to bear.
Necrocontains. A name which is sure to be more true in the coming hours. Under the cover of darkness, I slunk into the town. Quietly now. HIS BACK IS TURNED NOW NOW NOW! Drag the body off, there you go. Guardsman, aleep in his bed. Damn! Spear can;t pierce the helmet. Choke him, quietly. Hrm, nice and sharp. Leave the old one behind, token of our enmity. Quickly now, house to house. One strike each. Spare the children? No. There are no innocents. In the chest, let him choke. Fuck! Nrghh... Drag myself behind the barn, there we go. Patch it up. Ooh..... That's gonna scar. They know where I am. Run, quietly. Haul myself up the ARGGGGHHHHH.... God damn son of a bitch I will skewer you for that! Achhh! It stings......Crawl into the cave, they can;t find you here. Ooohh.....The...
Morning. Blessed river...... wash the wound ARGHHH. Heh....That looks odd on the inside. Lots of blood. FISH! EAT! Chop up the bodies, take the rich power within. Need to find a flask, contain the magic, backpack is no good. Polluted spear of metal, be gone! Tie the bones on just so, sharpen the edges. A Fortress! Perfect place to strike, wait till night. Marksmen, everywhere. STAB STAB STAB HAHAHAHAH! Now, while he is down, finish him! A swordsman, sleeping on the ground....TEAR OUT HIS EYES! PIERCE HIS THROAT. Easy. Quickly now, up the tower. Find the lady. Good Morning, Beautiful. Throw her bleeding corpse off the tower. Hrm....No flasks.
So yeah, Something a little diffrent this time. His descirption:
Swordsman almost bisected me with that swing, I tell yah. Also, his killcount?
Yeah. I Stopped using the siltstone spear because People died of suffocation before the tip could crack their skull 0-0