Revenge. What is revenge to a small boy who has witnessed his whole town getting burned to the ground and his father slaughtered? What is revenge to a boy whose mother and sister have been tortured and taken away by bandits?
Growing up in this strange place that people call The Guild, I share a room with some young girl who from day one I wanted to kill. I shouldn't be thinking like this, but after witnessing what I did, I have this dreadful desire inside to lash out at anyone and everyone. I spent many years here, and although my heart still burns with the fires of vengeance, I keep it deep inside me as I hone my skills and patiently bide my time.
I killed my first handful of bandits today and I didn't stop to think twice about what I did. This hunger is twisting my stomach so much that the only thing it can feed on is the blood I spill from the people that I run through with my blade.
What is it about Darkwood I like so much? Is it the dark and twisted roots of the rotting trees or the whispering voices I hear from the Chapel of Skorm that soothe my soul?
I helped some traders today. It was a pleasant journey for the most part, except for when we reached our destination. Something happened and I do not know if it was greed or sheer pleasure. All I know is that I'm standing over their bloody bodies. And I am smiling. I feel invigorated.
I touch my forehead and feel small horns appearing. Is this a curse for my evil ways or is this my true form revealing itself? I walk into towns and people are scared of me and watch me carefully from their windows. And if anyone even says something I don't like or looks at me in the wrong way in the street or tavern, I divorce their head from their neck.
Today I killed another hero in a crowded arena for people's pleasure. The hero was on its knees begging for mercy; asking for me to stop this madness. For a moment everything in that arena went quiet, and I could hear my own heart pounding in my chest. Reality returned and in a flash, I brought my sword down as I've done so many times in my journey for revenge. And the crowd went wild as the blood sprayed into the air. The hero I had slain would be forgotten long before their blood had dried on the sand.
And I would be remembered.
I have had so many different paths to choose from on this journey. For every choice, there is a consequence. Yet my path has taken me into the deepest darkest recesses of my soul, and the torment will not cease until every one of my enemies lies dead at my feet. And if innocents must die in order for my lust to be satiated, then so be it.
I am a killer, and as I wipe more blood from my blade, I smirk with delight.
