Redemption

Bloodhearte · Post by **Bloodhearte** » Mon Jul 14, 2003 6:26 am

The being known to some as Fortinbris awakens from a breathless sleep. For an unknown reason and out of anger (or quite possibly, sadness) he cuts his long black hair to a shorter length. His face remains somewhat the same, though his eyes are now grey and his skin is now impossibly pale. He approaches the town walls, and posts a message written with a quill.

I grow tired of baseless threats, relentless boredom and monotony with some of the leeches of this civilization I live in. Lyrenzia's battle for control has reached its peak, and doesn't seem to be waning as of now. The sun continues to shine, I try to look up...but my eyes burn. The beauty of sheer grey and silence that was once offered has been replaced with the irritating colors of greenery, and an endlessly oblivious blue sky. Citizens still take me as some mere villiage idiot, and in short, Trollsbane is a deep prison in my eyes.

In great humor, I have found that such useless structures as the walls built around the town are well fortified when it comes to simple monster invasions, although they are clearly easily passible barriers for the real enemy of the people; that opposite of light in which some of you refer to as...darkness.

Since my possession of the mirrors, I have become so much more less human. As a matter of fact, I'm ready to reveal what happened to me during that century alone in the southern forests; sheer death. Apparently, sickening yet addictive knowledge that became clear to me in the library forced my migration; and into the pits of the forest, I stumbled upon psychological demons that my frail human form wasn't able to handle. I firmly believe, however, I came across a hidden portal of actual demons. I willingly let my soul be devoured, for I wasn't able to resist during my dumbfoundedness with that inhumane knowledge from books. Needless to say, my grave has been neatly set. I came upon this grave when I was walking in the forest just recently, and I remembered at last...

I am dead. I have been dead for a century. I still go mad with the fact that my corpse was reanimated by some bastard, who felt life was so simple to experiment with!

From this day forth, I deny my humanity, and hold an eternal grudge over those who say otherwise. Humans disgust me; they destroy their own history, their own kind, their own civilizations in the names of such idiotic ideals such as "justice" and "equality." They're all just play-things that are tossed around as EVERY human gleefully justifies their own destruction. Fortinbris Bloodhearte is a pathetic human name; Vahkos Nosral shall be my adopted name, after the forgotten dark gods of old.

I am no longer to be in Trollsbane, though I'll appear occassionally for my prey. Trollsbane is my enemy.

On another matter, I no longer serve those who are associated with Moshran. I have done nothing but serve, and I am no longer to be a damned puppet! He can remain trapped for all I care, people wish to kill me for bringing up the idea, and others ignore the others when THEY are just the true threats as I remain the scapegoat.

SHADES OF GREY AND ETERNAL WAR.

Vahkos covers himself with a black cloak, and disappears in the shadows.

Bloodhearte · Post by **Bloodhearte** » Tue Jul 15, 2003 8:27 am

A small note is attached to the previous letter on the town walls.

My victims to be claimed will mostly consist of humans, for I must feed from such weaklings. If I see the situation of my endless hatred returning, I will be sure to claim a head as a trophy.

Nobody believes me, but I may succeed one day. I will have a library filled with books regarding runeless rituals, a prison cell for those I would enjoy torturing before making their demise become a reality, many large furnaces to smog the air with smoke...blocking the poisonous beams of light from the sun.

It will be a beauty to enjoy, forever. Damnation be cursed if any human attempts to destroy it.

Konstantin K · Post by **Konstantin K** » Tue Jul 22, 2003 10:50 pm

Hmm... - Konstantin thinks when he reads the threatening note - Looks like this man is being successful so far. The heat is here already. Not much longer before everything will start on fire. Looks like gods are forgetting this place. Will the Island truly be destroyed? If so, I could use a prayer or two...