Role

Chapter 4

A once nicely laced black journal is here, the corners bent and the symbol of
the Empire faded from wear. The contents though are completely intact,
although "complete" is hardly a word to describe the ramblings within -
concise yet demented beyond belief, the following is the accounts of Keshuk
Wolvenstradd.

==Last Day of Deception, Month of the Battle==
The Blacks grow with my strength and training - it mindless work puts the
ramblings of Rose out of my mind. Her curses fill my dream, her threats
repeated over and over of what Death will do when I die......it fuels me to
continue. Temporary death does nothing to stop me and with each foe I kill
and send to the scales, I tip mine further in my favor. What will I do when
true power is mine, when I hold the power to destroy or save Rose - will I
leech her strength and silence that crazed doll or will I.....no, she is
past saving. Death will be there for both us some day and until then, I
regret nothing. Let's see the scales break and overflow from my sins!

(The rest rambles off with thick overdone drawings of an elf god, a bleeding
rose flower, and words unreadable by man)