The earth spun around me upon my awakening. I inhaled sharply and realized something was not right, something was not right at all. The smell of fresh grass was changed into the fetid smell of death and decay, and there was another smell one more offensive then any others. The sharp metallic tang of blood.
I quickly opened my eyes and then cursed myself for my stupidity, I had not seen for thirty years what made me think I could see now?
But what scared me was that now I could see. But I wish I couldn’t still, surrounding me was the mutilated remains of nine of my fellow migrants. I can’t believe I am describing all I have seen but I must, to for it holds many morbid obsessions with me.
The first of my group I laid eyes upon had his intestines wrapped around his neck, his eyes….his eyes were scooped out of his head and then shoved into his mouth. His whole torso was shredded into mincemeat but you could still see there was a hole in the place where his heart should be.
Three more where impaled by their heads on the thick pointed branches of a nearby tree-they also were missing their hearts, their blood was congealing around them and it slowly dripped from the lifeless remains.
Three more Dwarves had their entire chest cavity hollowed out and filled with hundreds upon hundreds of flesh eating maggots that devoured the Dwarven dead flesh.
The last two were seemingly skinned alive, but I see couldn’t any bodies beside the hollowed out skins.
I stood there staring, unbelieving the horror which was in front of me. I then felt something heavy in my hand and glanced down.
A knife. A blood soaked knife with the blood of my fellow dwarves congealing on it. It fell onto the grass from my hand.
I killed my fellow Dwarf in cold blood, but before I did I tortured them horribly…what is wrong with me?!?
What drove me to commit such horrible acts!?
I then noticed something, not all of the dwarves where dead. Six migrants still lived, still breathed. They slept oblivious to the carnage around them and around their unbroken necks was an amulet. I didn’t notice at the time, but it was the same that was around mine.
I thought about killing them horribly like I did the others and I found that it sickened me and instead of attacking them, I quickly checked the wagon. It still had all of its food stocks as well as the picks and the axes. It also had the Ales and a rope reed bag full of rat weed that we had traded with the elves for. I quickly lit up a pipe full and tried to relax as I waited for the others to wake.
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