We met a powerful demon, but she was not fit to withstand our delight in suffering. As she lay in her own blood and innards, I pried a small stone from her corpse. Some arcane powers reside within this elder form.

My eye caught a trace of hesitation in Abhaya's eyes as she let her arrows fly forth; she has slain too many of her once kindred. As her body stands steadfast and unyielding in vengeance; I wish now only to abide.

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We have found a pathway from this mire, may all the beasts rest in their pits of muck, bile, and gore. I will not be deterred in this blackest of nights.

A great dark fortress. We yet dare not enter. The plains around this structure as still filled with vermin; and we cannot allow ourselves to be surrounded.

The surrounding land and courtyard within are free of evil. Alas, we've discovered another cavern, this one seemingly more foreboding then the rest. We will rest in the forgotten gardens of this keep; and as the sun rises our vengeance will pour forth into that pit of hell.

Abhaya watches into the shadows as I ponder the stones in this alcove. So many hands built this fortress. Where are they now?

Just as the morning mist was thick we entered the pit. The undead inside were fierce and their blows fell heavily upon us. It was no matter, all evil here will perish.

Abhaya stared at this entrance with eyes that spoke to me. It wasn't fear that I saw; but the spark of knowledge. We had to enter.

As the last demons fell; I felt a sense of destiny in my bones. We cleaned the spattered foul blood from our eyes only to find another slain maiden. Abhaya was unable to even look upon her mangled corpse. So many dead rogues have we found by now, but this one seemed familiar in her loneliness here in this deepest of depths. I covered the body with stones and left a small shrine in honor.

Abhaya sat to mourn and to tend her wounds. My thoughts turned to vengeance once again, vengeance for the brave yet fallen. It was bittersweet; the burning rage within me suddenly subsided. I felt a chill down my spine, like so many needled fingers of witches. Yes, vengeance would be ours, and served now with a all the burning fires of hades, the brimstone of the gods, and the cold indifference of death itself. Not even the titans of old will stand in our way.

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This post was edited by JvlivsCaesar on Apr 27 2016 11:11am