Post by supershamu on Jul 15, 2008 13:43:52 GMT -5
Its my choice, i always tell myself but a part of me doesn't believe it. I could just end my suffering, but that would defeat the purpose of my existence. I could just give in to all the offers for help, but then i would certainly lose my drive and direction.
The reason i live, breathe. Its Vengeance.
My dreams are plagued with horrendous images and sequences. Some make no sense...While some are infinitely clear. Some are in places familiar...while others remain a mystery. All have one thing in common, and that is the destruction of the roots of my sorrows. My hands gripping the throats of my former associates.
Near a year ago now, i was beaten within an inch of my life in a town of the dalelands by my trusted associates. A most despicable place that i would not recommend even the least educated beggar. All too happy if I may be so bold as to say. A blissful ignorance seemed to linger there, which made our "business" even easier to conduct. The presence of the guard and law was few and fairly easily swayed by coin to turn the other way. We had run a most successful "business" together, but good things can only last so long. They said i was "too harsh" but they shall never understand what it takes to run a successful business. It takes fear, sometimes you have to make an "example" of those less compliant. The law was the roof over our heads and the ingrates we trampled beneath our feet...A bit of payment ensured it. They ruined it! They ruined everything! ...They ruined me. Now they are all i can think of. They are all i can feel. All i can remember. The bone in my leg shatter into thousands of pieces beneath stone and hammer. The laughs. And finally the dirt of the road outside the town.
Through the woods i crawled and brooded hateful thoughts inside my head. In the maddened state i was in, i implanted metal from my armor into my leg to keep its shape and support it, as little bone was left to speak of. The pain grows to unbearable levels...But i cannot give in. I keep my handicap as a REMINDER! as to why i am still alive...And what i must someday do. My scars shall never truly heal mentally as well as physically until those who gave them to me are soundly eviscerated...I shall not allow them to. My cold hand shall wrap around their throats and my devastated leg shall stomp their carcasses to mush.
Ahhh yes...that shall be the day. But now why am i here you ask? No you didn't? Well i shall tell you anyways.
The pain my broken leg caused me shattered my psyche to a brittle state. I wandered like a madman through the woods and must have snuck aboard a boat. I snapped back into the reality of my situation near the fine city of isinhold with blood soaked clothes and excruciating pain in my leg. I rediscovered what i had done to myself and got quite a few drinks to help numb the pain. So here i am...Far from my release. Here i wait for a time when i am better suited to burn the dalelands to the ground! When i am strong again. And when my associates are nothing more than unrecognizable bodies littering the streets, then i shall be free.
I shall remove the metal from my leg and visit the nearest healer to set it straight. I shall no longer need to be reminded of what had happened, for the great Mr. krows shall have had the last laugh and will be resting peacefully, never again to deal with the poor or inferior.
The reason i live, breathe. Its Vengeance.
My dreams are plagued with horrendous images and sequences. Some make no sense...While some are infinitely clear. Some are in places familiar...while others remain a mystery. All have one thing in common, and that is the destruction of the roots of my sorrows. My hands gripping the throats of my former associates.
Near a year ago now, i was beaten within an inch of my life in a town of the dalelands by my trusted associates. A most despicable place that i would not recommend even the least educated beggar. All too happy if I may be so bold as to say. A blissful ignorance seemed to linger there, which made our "business" even easier to conduct. The presence of the guard and law was few and fairly easily swayed by coin to turn the other way. We had run a most successful "business" together, but good things can only last so long. They said i was "too harsh" but they shall never understand what it takes to run a successful business. It takes fear, sometimes you have to make an "example" of those less compliant. The law was the roof over our heads and the ingrates we trampled beneath our feet...A bit of payment ensured it. They ruined it! They ruined everything! ...They ruined me. Now they are all i can think of. They are all i can feel. All i can remember. The bone in my leg shatter into thousands of pieces beneath stone and hammer. The laughs. And finally the dirt of the road outside the town.
Through the woods i crawled and brooded hateful thoughts inside my head. In the maddened state i was in, i implanted metal from my armor into my leg to keep its shape and support it, as little bone was left to speak of. The pain grows to unbearable levels...But i cannot give in. I keep my handicap as a REMINDER! as to why i am still alive...And what i must someday do. My scars shall never truly heal mentally as well as physically until those who gave them to me are soundly eviscerated...I shall not allow them to. My cold hand shall wrap around their throats and my devastated leg shall stomp their carcasses to mush.
Ahhh yes...that shall be the day. But now why am i here you ask? No you didn't? Well i shall tell you anyways.
The pain my broken leg caused me shattered my psyche to a brittle state. I wandered like a madman through the woods and must have snuck aboard a boat. I snapped back into the reality of my situation near the fine city of isinhold with blood soaked clothes and excruciating pain in my leg. I rediscovered what i had done to myself and got quite a few drinks to help numb the pain. So here i am...Far from my release. Here i wait for a time when i am better suited to burn the dalelands to the ground! When i am strong again. And when my associates are nothing more than unrecognizable bodies littering the streets, then i shall be free.
I shall remove the metal from my leg and visit the nearest healer to set it straight. I shall no longer need to be reminded of what had happened, for the great Mr. krows shall have had the last laugh and will be resting peacefully, never again to deal with the poor or inferior.
