My sword has begun to weigh more heavily than before. I am worried. As I walk the paths laid before me, paths that cross demons, aberrations, constructs, creatures summoned from the abyss, an army from hell, I see the darkness corrupting men’s souls before my eyes. I do not know how deeply I should be worried about what we found in the Jakes, but the unfamiliarity of what we found, and speech I had not heard before nor wished to.. Well, it unsettles me. I do not believe there is any kind of connection between the darkness we found on our recent quest, the Queen, and her Army, but I worry about what the future bodes. I suppose a part of me worries about Treff.
Throughout the months we have spent near the Flower in the Sepulcher, I have tamed the beast of brute force. My long training sessions have gone on for several days without sleep, as I
work my body’s muscles harder than any steel I have seen forged into fine armor or blade. I have learned to be cunning, yet forthcoming in battle. I have developed into a warrior without allegiance, but not without valor. Through the alleyways that are a home to various thugs, thieves, gang members, and aggressive drunks, I am known collectively as “Stand Tough Lars”. For the first time in many years, my name now holds weight, conjuring images of one that dances in the darkness, yet stands broadly in the daylight.
And in my time with the collective I have realized that goals are not made easily, and a quest should always be seen through until the end. My mistakes made long ago have haunted me in dreams and in meditation. It has taken me a long time, but I know now that nightmares follow you until the end of your days unless they can be vanquished, standing strong with full acknowledgement of one’s fears, with determination and courage. Perhaps being a streetfighter has allotted me wisdom and constitution among gains in strength.
I left a kingdom shrouded in darkness and lies. It is unfortunate that one cannot truly vanquish the hardships that a kingdom and its people face, yet it is not the case that all enemies cannot be defeated. Even against the mightiest, most terrifying and wicked dragon, a sword unraised means hope abandoned, not lost. Even against a god, or demon with power beyond imagination, one cannot abandon their strength and composure. No amount of strength is insignificant. Even to wound an enemy so powerful proves that even the highest towers can fall, and strikes fear into those who think themselves invincible. I will not make the same mistake twice.
When the time comes for our collective, I will fight to the end. Perhaps not for my companions, perhaps not even for myself, but for Treff. For the city that desperately needs to keep its hope.