Character Development Entries

I will destroy as much of my mind and soul as I may in this world.  I seek to do away with the nattering thoughts of day to day, moment to moment.  Animals let their instincts speak and so shall I.  I sit for long periods of time, staring at a flame and letting my thoughts fall in to the maw of the Destroyer.

I still see what could have been.  My offering in Brenton was good and choice, but there was more I could have done.  Perhaps I could have destroyed the veil between worlds, the very essence.  Perhaps I could have unleashed horrors from beyond the veil.  Dark Shadow has not found someone to provide what I need, so perhaps I need to begin my own search.  Perhaps I should search out the secrets of traveling in to the veil.

I will go back to the city of Vehl and accost someone.

I found Shadow once more.  He is doing the Destroyers work, although it appears not to be his intention.  It matters little to me.  He said he might have someone to find the spell I desire.  That would bode well for there is much I could do with such a thing.  It would make Brenton as a small campfire.

I fell in to the darkness of Shadow, surprising one who was born in the darkness.  We found a place to talk.  Many plans were discussed for my sacrifice to the Ravager.  Shadow will be very useful to eat Layonara whole.  He will be one of the last to embrace oblivion.

The Path of Peace was one of surprise.  My dreams had been filled with many fantasies of how best to fulfill my duty.  A river of poison, the sacrifice of livestock, the spoiling of food stores.  What was presented to me was such a gift that I knew it was providence.  The image of how to destroy the peace formed in my mind clearly, sharply.  As I made it a reality, there was not even a sign of my presence until the very end when there was a small enough hint that I could shift focus to another enemy.  Perhaps the river will run red with blood, rather than fill

My sister is sleeping soundly.  Her breath is like a breeze across the grass.  I wonder how long she has slept as this.  I wonder if she can teach me to sleep.  Suddenly she wakes and bites my nose.  She eats my face.  Hot blood pours down my throat and I cannot breath.  I am drowning in my own blood.  I try to call out for help, but I cannot.  My sister laughs.  Just before she puts a spear in my eye, she leans in close and whispers, "Feel that?"

Sometimes I fall upon a path towards the maw of the Raging One.  I fell upon a darkness, quiet and bloody.  She drank from my veins, sending me to the oblivion of Pyrtechon.  But Pyrtechon wished me to remain, to send more to him before I am claimed.  I followed after the Dark Blade.  It was a long hunt, but eventually I came to her.  She claimed me as a slave, destroying my freedom.  I welcome it.  I can use her to rain fire upon this world and all it costs is a part of me.  A small price.  Then, once we have made the world burn, I will tur

I have created many pieces and they come together slowly.  Once they assembled, I will set them about the menagerie and watch my creation work.  It will be a small offering, but earned.  I hope the Inn shall be consumed wholly.  Watching their hearth become ash would harrow and that which harrows eats the heart.  It is not enough to send people to the oblivion of the body, their heart and soul must go with it so that oblivion's gift is whole, so that the blessing of the Raging One can be seen for what it is.

The caravan stood no chance.  There were a few guards and they were drunk.  I watched as the group of bandits waylaid them, took their cargo and left them bound on the side of the road.  They were still bound when the bandits left.  They were still bound when I arrived.  Time was short but I wished to ensure them a full oblivion.  Mind, body and soul.  I lay them out all in a row and searched their remaining belongings.  Any trifles of their gods I profaned.  Basely.  I then set a fire at the feet of each of them.  I offered them a quic