Comic for this one is huge. Thought I would describe my adventurers decent into madness before starting out on the adventures of a legless psycho dwarf.
Day 1:I got together a band of other fighting dwarfs to lay waste to all evil in the land. Only half a days travel from the mountainhome our archer was ripped apart by wolves. He didn't even get a chance to scream. After killing the bastards we slaughtered them and ate their hearts to gain their strength and to make sure a piece of the fighting spirit of our brother would forever remain with us.
Day 5: The queen has no more quests for us. I believe she is urging us to leave our adventuring days behind us. The loss of her son to wolves must be hard for her, but there is still so much to do. A world to change. Yes the job is dangerous, but those wolves were still within sight of the doors. If we had not been there then who knows how many those wolves could have killed before being stopped? At least we only lost one this time.
Day 8: Killing wolves grows tiresome, there is no end to the beasts, and without reward I fear the men will lose motivation. It is time we struck out on our own in earnest. The west is another Mountainhome, I even hear humans and elves live within the jungle between. What wonders they would have to show us?
Day 12: I can't feel my legs... considering the bones sticking out of them... this may be for the best.
Day 13: Our pikedwarf was torn to shreds in front of me, blood... so much blood. My fellow axedwarf tried to pull him free of their jaws, but they but him in half! Like he was a gummy goblin we had as a child! How did this happen, our training was for nothing! I have told Urist McSword to flee, but the fool insists on staying by my side. His loyalty is admirable, but will be the death of us both.
Day 14: What's left of my right leg was removed by another alligator today. I'm strangely unaffected by this. Almost relived, as the ragged bits of bone were beginning to smell horrible anyway.
day 15: More alligators! This time we suffered no injuries. They fell to our blades. Tonight we feast on their hearts and brains. Tomorrow we feast on their fear!
day 16: My other leg still smells pretty funny. I'm very worried about the fact that I still can't feel it. McSword was gravely wounded, but he seems to be getting used to constant pain.
day 19: We have emerged from the jungle. A human village lies less then a days travel away.
Day 22: I killed them all. Every last man woman and child. I can only assume the sight of me dragging my bloody infected stumps across their square offended them in some way. My mind was reeling with fever so the details are fuzzy. I may have also insulted the leader because his wife had no beard. I no longer care. The fever melted away all delusions for me. There is no such thing as evil or good, right or wrong. There are only those strong enough to survive, and those too weak to do what it takes. The wolves were trying to teach us.
day 40: McSword and I have arrived at an elven village so to speak. The savages live out in the open, never taking shelter from the open sky. The sun cooks their brains I think. A beardless wench claiming to be a leader has asked us to rid their village of a hydra. I will do this for them, not out of respect, but to prove two dwarfs are better than the whole of their army. Beardless Wench's eyes remind me of alligator scales. When we are done here, I will inform her of such.
What lies ahead for our adventurers? Can this daring duo truly face an epic beast? Will they find treatment for their rapidly diminishing mental stability? Find out next week!
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