Posted 14 January 2006 - 15:48
He enters his office at D.I. and he sits in his chair. He looks at the wall thoughtfully for a while.
He pulls out an old bundle of papers. He reads through them page by page. Once he is finished reading he reaches for a new sheet of parchment, ink and a quill and begins to write.
"Continuing the journal of Shadar J'Vlad Logoth...
It has been some years since my last entry, so long infact that the ink begins to fade on some pages.
My revenge on the village of Aroshika is complete, the population destroyed. This revenge has been twenty years in the planning, twenty long years since the villagers burned my beloved to death on an unproven charge of witchcraft , while I was forced to watch helplessly.
I was human, weak, powerless to save my beloved, and I had a baby son to try and raise on my own as well. I left swearing I would seek vengeance on those who had killed the mother of my son.
I travelled with my son Tyr to a village about 20 leagues away to the North, where I was able to earn enough to keep us housed and fed.
The years passed and I watched Tyr grow. I remember smiling as I watched him and the other kids playing with wooden swords. By the time he was 12 years old he was nearly as tall as I am, and he was taken on as an apprentice by the local blacksmith.
Not long after that, Tyr held a real sword for the first time and showed a natural skill. The master blacksmith trained him well in the art of fighting with swords.
One evening a group of fur traders passed through the village, each had their own story to tell, but one such story was of a kingdom filled with magic and wonder, where great warriors, and great sorcerers lived . The story of the magical kingdom aroused my curiosity, and I made preparations to depart in search of this kingdom. The master blacksmith agreed to look after Tyr until he would come of age or until I returned .
It was some months of searching I found the Kingdom of Gothador with all its wonders . I quested long and hard. I became an elf and I learned their ways, their arts and their skills and powers, all which I knew would help in my plans.
On a short respite from my training, I travelled away to the North . I happened upon a strange place where there were small flying lizards. They called themselves the Eroshi Clan, and were a band of robbers, hunters and warriors. The longer I spent with them, the bigger the idea grew in my head of them being instrumental in my revenge. I helped them fight their battles and I gained their trust . But my heart longed to return to gothador, so I made my farewell to them . Upon my return to Gothador I resumed my training and grew stronger. I learned the power of shadows and found I was able to move much faster. I learned that my son Tyr was also in these realms and had grown into a powerful warrior.
My powers grew stronger and I finally attained my long dreamed of goal, that of becoming a Kindred Elf, the highest achievement an Elf can reach. I gained the warp flux skill, an ability that allows me to teleport to another area without the use of these strange warp gates that these areas have. With this knowlege I returned to the Eroshi Clan, to find their leader had been unwell, and had died. They had seen my skills in the previous battles, and they knew I had the knowlege to lead them into future battles as they looked to expand their territorys.
I led them on the path to Aroshika, destroying every village we came across. Finally Aroshika would fall, and my vengance would be complete.
My bloodlust however has not been, and may never be sated.
The need to kill goes on... "
He re-reads what he has written and smiles slightly, then places the parchment at the bottom of the batch of papers.
