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Somewhere, in the cold hours of the darkest night, a figure sits, hugging his knees and speaking his mind, all alone.
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"I know I am new to these lands. I know I should mingle, pick my targets... there are so many to choose from. But THEY are always there, no matter which way I turn my head, I see a knight in shining armour. The Hand, they... they've made it all so hard for me, the ingrates. These people are all so cautious, so alert...
I have given tribute, my Lord, You know I have! Every living soul I have given to You. Every life I have taken has been taken in Your name, for do You not grant me Your boons? Yes, I know! I know! None of that has been so... exquisite, so beautiful! But I have not been idle, have I? Those sewage-waste thieves, ogres, gnolls, goblins, rats, mice... the necromancers! I liked them! Oh, and their minions, yes, but they don't really count, do they, already dead... hahahaa!
"Be a good boy, son.." that is what my mother always told me. Oh, mother, but you were fair, so very fair. If only you could see me now, how good a boy I've become. I will bide my time, O' Lord, observe and wait. The time will soon come. I have chosen some, and will bless them soon enough. Be patient with me?
Oh, but I do savour the succulent irony of that chance meeting yesterday. That woman with her spear. I sent her off towards the Mossclaw, with my Lord's blessings. Why? Well, because it won't do to have THEM kill her, now will it? Nonono, I helped her then, so that I could have her myself, one day. She said it was kind of me to offer what I could. Bet she did not know whose divine hand lay over her carnal being as she slaughtered those furry creatures. How lovely, so very lovely..."
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"I know I am new to these lands. I know I should mingle, pick my targets... there are so many to choose from. But THEY are always there, no matter which way I turn my head, I see a knight in shining armour. The Hand, they... they've made it all so hard for me, the ingrates. These people are all so cautious, so alert...
I have given tribute, my Lord, You know I have! Every living soul I have given to You. Every life I have taken has been taken in Your name, for do You not grant me Your boons? Yes, I know! I know! None of that has been so... exquisite, so beautiful! But I have not been idle, have I? Those sewage-waste thieves, ogres, gnolls, goblins, rats, mice... the necromancers! I liked them! Oh, and their minions, yes, but they don't really count, do they, already dead... hahahaa!
"Be a good boy, son.." that is what my mother always told me. Oh, mother, but you were fair, so very fair. If only you could see me now, how good a boy I've become. I will bide my time, O' Lord, observe and wait. The time will soon come. I have chosen some, and will bless them soon enough. Be patient with me?
Oh, but I do savour the succulent irony of that chance meeting yesterday. That woman with her spear. I sent her off towards the Mossclaw, with my Lord's blessings. Why? Well, because it won't do to have THEM kill her, now will it? Nonono, I helped her then, so that I could have her myself, one day. She said it was kind of me to offer what I could. Bet she did not know whose divine hand lay over her carnal being as she slaughtered those furry creatures. How lovely, so very lovely..."