I killed a man. He tried to kill me once before. Back when… well, just a little while ago, before this all happened. Before Redhammer killed the Emperor in Tuari. Before Baphomet traded away the Demon Stone. Before Zumeli gave away the Dragon Stone. Before Redhammer ever took the throne. Just a few weeks ago, this man and the rest of the Dusk patrol tried to kill me and the Dawn Patrol.
Well, we have to take our petty revenge where we can get it, right?
The flames are getting hotter, burning brighter. Baphomet is tempting me to use more, but I have to hold back. She’s a bitch, that one. I hate getting compliments from people I hate. Fucking demons and their deals. Nothing is sacred to them and I didn’t even want to use demon magic. I wanted to join the army with my axe, but she backed me into a corner and I hate her.
So Redhammer has all the stones and called the entire Emberguard to Utica. We’re still just trying to find out how he got them and by the time we catch up to this bastard, he’ll have already done what he wanted with them. This is all so pointless, seven greenhorn former Emberguard trying to save the world while the powers that be simply let it happen.
Because, you know, why not? Look at me, I’m so old and jaded that the only interesting thing left in the world to see is the end of it. I’m the most powerful mighty so and so and the end to all things magic might kill me or ruin everything that I’ve worked so hard for but whatthehellever! It’s the first interesting thing to happen this decade so let’s just let him do it!
Well fuck you, mighty so and so!
I saw a fucking badger in the woods and it was fucking cute. Then I tortured a mercenary and left him to die of hunger or infection or whatever. Fuck him. Grakkus probably killed him after I left anyway.
If it weren’t for my friends I’d be just like the Dusk Patrol and I know it. So I guess it’s good luck I’m here because if that were the case I’d be dead.
Because we killed them. Fuck the Dusk Patrol.