Role

Chapter 14

****Written on what appears to be cure skin fine dark runes written in blood
detail a strange meeting***
I have finally succeed in reaching the conservator. My sojourn into the dark
woods taught me much, the spirit I found there I believe holds the key to
transformation into the more feral of the undead forms. While we did not
speak, I knew that should I have wished it I could have taken the step. But,
something, some burning desire, held me back. Ways it caprice? Folly? Have I
risked everything for a taste of greater power? Yes, is this not how I have
lived my existence? I have risked much for knowledge, many failures have
taken their toll and even now the banshees wail in anticipation of my death.
It may well be this flesh fails me before I even meet the Conservator again,
but if it is so I shall not regret my choices. I have lived an existence
which could have never been if not for the dark powers, and the taste of it
drives me still.
One item eludes me completely, another, while I began in great confidence of
my knowledge of it, now eats at my mind with doubt. The last was in my
possession mere days ago, only to be lost after an untimely death. It will be
difficult to regain, but at least I know with certainty it is what the
Conservator seeks.
I will cajole, wheel and deal with any who may be able to assist me in my
desires.
I must not fail!
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