Keshuk the Slayer, Elite Imperial Warlock

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Chapter 8

Turning the pages slowly, this blood-covered journal has seen better days.
Found in the hands of some trash beggar, a quick silver had him hand it over.
Sometimes forced to pry the pages apart from the dried blood, you begin at
the first partially legible page. Some parts you can't make out from either
the stains or faded from time.

.==========4th Day of Freedom, Month of Ancient Darkness===================.
| /
| My sister Rose...god help her, she was infected three days ago and now /
| she is horrifying to look at. Her skin is now pale white and her eyes <
| glow slightly in the dark. It was his fault, damnt, but they did \
.\ nothing! He left his guard to talk to that slut of a wife so my sister /
..\ could die! I shou- __________________________________________________/
.. \__________________/
..______________________________________________________________________
./ -er high-pitched voice screams blasphemies and curses in the face of \
| the Church - they've had three years and yet they still fail to find a \_
| cure. When we're allowed a moment alone, she doesn't fight the restraints|
| and giggles with me - but I know it's not her anymore. That damned priest|
.\ keeps spouting his lies about the great Absalom, talking of redemption /
..\_ his face is so calm, yet he's about to kill my sister! He motioned a/
....\ cross on his chest....he must feel justified up there the fuc- ___/
.....\______________________________________________________________/
..____________________________________________________________________
./-but no one stayed at the funeral. I sat there alone into the night \
/ staring at my sister's remains - I could almost hear her laughing /
\ through the flower fields.... _____________________________________/
.\_____________________________/

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Chapter 7

..========5th Day of the Moon, Month of Ancient Darkness=================.
.| ___|
.|-e matter was mine now. Those smug bastards would pay for their /
.\ incompetence - how dare I get thrown out of church for confronting|
..\them with the truth. I'm going into the woods to save my sister's \
...\ soul - they can't tell me what to do or how to feel anymore. The /
....\__ witch will kn- ______________________________________________/
.......\______________/
...................................________________________________.
._________________________________/ The trip was the most haunting \____
| experience in my life....it's as if they let me through alive to meet \_
\ her. Her eyes were cold, I couldn't see her in the shadows but she said \
.|she would save my sister's soul for a price. I just had to destroy the /
/ church I thought, but that's when she tore into my arm with an icy hand/
\ screaming again and again to destroy the church. I pulled back and __/
.\ understood - the Church isn't just a building afterall... ________/
..\_________________________________________________________/

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Chapter 6

..============1st Day of Deception, Month of Great Evil===================.
/-did it. I really did it. I prepared the hay the night before and during |
| the beginning of service, I slowly shut the door to the church. Using |
| Jim's polearm, I braced the door shut - serves that bastard right for /
\ killing my sister - hope he burns in Hell. As I started the fire _____/
.\around the church base, they didn't even notice until the walls /
..| burned - good thing they had barred the windows as a _____/
..|"precaution" to the defense of the town. I didn't really |
..\ hate all of the- _______________________________________|
...\________________/ ______________________________________________.
...................../-and mother cried my name. It haunts me still \
....................| seeing their faces, even though I didn't look |
....................| long. I had to meet the- _____________________/
....................|_________________________/
.__________________________________________________________________________.
|-are united. The witch was gone, which I'm not sad to say but she left a |
|simple doll. I thought it was odd but then it talked - my sister's soul /
|was alive! We talked for moments before I ran out of the woods saying I |
|was saving her....I haven't told her about the church yet, I just said we\
| were going to se- ______________________________________________________/
| |____________________________________________________.
|-is a lot darker than I remember - maybe death has made her bitter. She |
\ yells quite a bit and seems angry at me specifically. I almost threw /
.\ her into the river yesterday for saying how weak I had become - ____/
..\wanted to but couldn't. She's my sister still, although damn I /
...\am starting to hat- _________________________________________/
....\__________________/

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Chapter 5

The rest seems beyond the ability to read and not even in any normal
language, but the diagrams and writings are extremely dark. Decapitated and
mangled bodies, many severed hands and eyeballs, burning faces in locked
horror, and the haunting vision of a forest hut repeatedly page after page.
The name Rose is written many times and crossed out, as if in anger. After
too many pages to count of these "drawings", in the end you find one legible
statement:

-leave now on the Buzzing Hornet for the mainland - no one noticed us, but
Rose had to be gagged to keep quiet. One of the sailors got drunk this night
and in the quiet of the storage hull spoke of this "Empire" and how he had a
place in some important guild.....Rose broke free and I was forced to killed
him once he saw her moving - they would have caged her and thrown me
overboard. His outfit kind of fits, but only one day left then I'll find this
guil-

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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)

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Chapter 3

==Last Day of Thunder, Month of the Grand Struggle==
Irony of the month - the way has been much struggle but I push on. I can now
take souls of my foes....if they would stand still! Rose has gone deadly
quiet. She doesn't struggle anymore but I dare not let her free. She knows my
strength to steal souls and the temptation to silence her...she bides her
time like they all do. They ALL bide their time against me...the Blacks will
be strong under me, but I bide my time. Hahaha, everyone bide their
time....the scales tip and sway, I see them in my dreams. It will be time
soon enough.

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Chapter 2

Seems this entry is just a bunch of curse words, mad scribblings, and the name
"Ambra" several times with each time getting darker and darker...

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Chapter 1

This entry seems quite different than the previous...where the date would be
clearly articulated, there's nothing as if time has no more meaning. The
fiery text has become emotionless, the writing clear and concise. It states
his recent actions in report format - the dealings with the voice of Divine
Subjugation, his discussions with the Empress concerning Dreadlord, and the
growth of his weapon. Beyond daily activities, only one part shows a hint at
something deeper....

"My dreams have hindered my sleep, the scales of Marcatis show in vivid
display - intended to weaken my resolve. A faulty instinct of emotion still
lingers in my mind but I know it must be cleaved from my soul to continue. As
the souls continue to grow in my polearm, I am reminded of my moment of power
where I stood emotionless outside the church as my family burned. The
victim-less souls shall scream, cry, and laugh for me - I am but the Jail
Keeper to their caged end. Keshuk Wolvenstradd will succeed."

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