Unknown date, Hell
Renate -
I hate this god forsaken place. Every time I start to
make a difference or feel like I have a purpose, this
mire of pestilence conspires to sunder my plans. Its
not like I deserve better, but hope is a dangerous vice.
Day in and day out I am surrounded by a cavalcade of
inspired souls whose purpose is clear and direction unwavering.
I don’t have the spirituality nor the patience to watch
everyone around me killed in the name of something I
can’t see or hear. I feel like they all have some invisible
sun to bath them in warmth and light while I stumble
in the dark pretending to understand the big picture.
For this same reason I find myself a spectator on another
bloody battlefield. The leader of Spiritu Sancti has
some kind of a vision a few days ago and now I find myself
on some mission to escort some holy quest from the gate
to our fortress. To make matters worse the gate is near
a reclamation outpost. We have lived with our close proximity
to the Lethe river for some time. Don’t drink of the
water or you have your memories erased and find yourself
lost in some eternal dream. The veterans here say not
to stand in it if you have cuts on your legs. That is
an invitation as well.
Too often good advise gets lost in the shuffle when
you are fighting for your life. So now I stand surrounded
by the corpses of my defeated enemies calf deep in the
Lethe. The world moves in slow swirling echos. On the
shoal to my left I see Brother Luke and Sir Guillermo
DiFrasca. They are fighting a Marlith demon attempting
to cross over to me before the archers behind me or the
spell caster to my right see fit to open enough holes
in me to let out my precious fluids.
A line of the damned trail off in the distance awaiting
reclamation. From behind them I an make out a band of
warriors moving carefully toward the spell caster. Are
these the members of the holy quest? Is that a Madrigala.
My god! now that level of immodesty you don’t see every
day. Wow and that bald headed man looks good enough to
eat. Oh please hurry someone I fell so helpless.
To
be continued...
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