Role

Chapter 4

The Power of Death: My First Kill
Added Tue Sep 6 22:21:37 2005 at level 36:

There are many foreign things to be found in the wide lands beyond the city
and the red sands, but much is still the same. People are still the same.
Their motivations and desires, petty conflicts and idiocy, the manifestations
may change but in the end it is all the same. The greater war, the only true
war, remains unchanging with the forces of creation and order battling chaos
and destruction.

I have spilled my first blood now. The orc, Orump, has fallen to the combined
power of myself and another. Who the other was does not matter to me. The
orcs death was necessary as he was beyond reproach and sought my own demise.
the moment of the orcs death was unspeakable, feeling the power of
death was an experience that I shall never forget. It was seductive and
intoxicating and a power that inspires urges that I must control.

I look forward to the day when the next will die to my hand and I must fight
the urge to wantonly seek it out. I recognize the temptation to follow the
path of chaos and I will not destroy myself by walking it. I do not know why
I feel this way, is it something that has sprung forth from my new teachers
lessons, or perhaps an evil from the book has taken residence inside me. I do
not know, and I am fearful. I will not loose myself to chaos, I will not!