The Tunnels End
Journal Home – Bitter Mumblings
Entry 7 – 8/24/08
No light. No light at the end of the tunnel. I know. I’ve seen it twice now.
Varius will undoubtedly preach how lucky I am that Illirr brought me back. That it was His will to save me, heal me…and for such I should give my life to him. Maybe I didn’t want to come back. Maybe nonexistence is better than life or any afterlife could be. Having no life is better than a wasted, slave’s life of bowing and servitude. But I guess I have time to ponder such things before my next trip to the void, no?
How we (just barely) managed to bring down that orc party, I’ll never now. They were large and strong. Well fed, trained, and equipped. Their blows often missed when they shouldn’t have, as if some benevolent force aided us. But there is no such force, for I have seen the other side. No smiling faces or winged souls, just endless black.
It was almost nice. At least there you don’t have to fight for anything. You don’t have to fight.