After Carric wakes up and banishes me for bringing evil upon this forsaken land, I head back to the nearest inn to wash away my thought as always. Ordered moonshine in honor of a peasant friend, forgotten name and face. After a bottle or two things become more interesting, regret fades away. Fuck Carric and his stupid magic, he is also responsible for this mess. Nonetheless, a stranger waves and gets closer. Admirers always welcomed, if woman better. This one is a man though, may ask me-self about brawling adventures or gamble. Isn’t that the –mighty- Borel, yeah yeah; this round I pay, cool let’s drink more..
“I know your inner persona Borel, you are a seeker. Just like me. You see, our lord set us both in this path for a reason. I realized you are worshiping Ocrana when i noticed your consistent self inflicted wounds. We can continue our discussion in a more appropriate place. Like an attic or a barn.”
“How about both my friend?”
Less than an hour later, we are sitting on hay and me trying to understand this new companion i have. This guy called Sagan, tall, thin and manipulator type of looking but not sneaky and cowardly like the halfman once i met. Told his story, where he was from and his career as a sell sword.
“We will start a journey my friend, to seek what we are looking for.”
“I want to understand.”
We got inside the cellar and i wonder why cellars and attics in this quest. Soon after we found a cleric covered in black robe and red lines. I asked him how can i see what is not seen by my own eyes. He said “sacrifice” in a persuasive voice. Starts to explain:
“Sacrifice is the most common way of connecting the divine beings. It is almost practiced by every old and new religion and Ocrana loves the blood to be spilled for his name. That’s why self inflicted wounds carries a big weight in disciples and worshippers of Ocrana. However what you seek is extraordinary than a simple farmer having a bar fight. How much are you willing to put for your question. There is a concept “Trident of Affliction” in our secret society. A man must give up 3 earthly interest to have wisdom. One for flesh, one for pride and one for mind. When we all born, we born as a whole and “pure” in a way. Those wounds will eradicate your pompous self image thus you will understand you a nothing but a pawn in Gods’ big game. Go now travelers my work is done here.”
“But how do we understand which sacrifice is needed and h-“
“You will my child.”
And he leaves the room for us. There was nothing to do so we get back to streets. It was all confusing yet some sparkling ideas were there to grasp. We went through what we have learnt here and make a plan to get out of this cursed rock as soon as possibe.
For next day i had a genious idea of setting sail of this place, since it is a must for my quest why should i not recruit men to form a new company. We went to inn, found drunk and brave man for journey and made promises. In the morning Sagan showed our new ship “Antoine” and interesting enough all the men were ready.
First few days were quite and calm, weather had mercy on us. But now i understand, it was only an illusion not to scare off the hunt. We were talking with crew and especially my new brother Sagan. He had a lot of bloody adventures, his passion for gold and glory made him excel at killing. Oh boy he loved killing. But that was later. An idea strucked my head one of our talking sessions. The thing was, I wanted to see what i could not by my own eyes. How could a necromancer lives in a doll like that, and what could it be his horuxces on this earth so that i can destroy it and slay this abominational sin. EYES and SEEing.. I get up to grab my thrustworthy blade and go outside my chamber. Lay down on my knees and start to chant, slowly first then loud and louder. “ONY-ENAHA DID-E-CHAM, NAMACHOKA YHKTZM!". Chanting the words of grotesque abyss lured the crew as sheep to the slaugher house, fire on the candles tried to prolong their existance in an futile attempt. Crew whispered with horror and paranoia.
“What he is going to do?”
“He is summoning demons into our world.”
“We are doomed.”
“Ma mum begged me not to joined this journey.”
Sharpened blade in my hand, found its way to salvation, pain was immense yet we fear nothing but the fear itself, eye becomes a gash like the abyss we shall depart when we die.
Following day, crew was as usual and we did not discussed about anything what happened to me(us) at that night. Sagan approached me after.
“I am proud of myself to be a brothers-in-arms Borel, what you did yesterday was strength and courage. I wish i will find my own way one day.”
Later i gathered the crew to discuss our plan of the quest. “There is a mining village about couple of hours of marching far at Dragon Edge Peninsular, thats where we are going to raid, brothers. Sharpen your blades and drink your rum, to nite is the start our infamous adventures. Mothers shall tell our stories to the children that don’t sleep, men will gather around local inn pray their false gods to let the winds favor other shores. We shall be the boogeymen of the wildest dreams, huhauhaahah!!”
It was dry and cloud night when we land. Ordered 2 of my boys to stay on guard at the ship. Then we started rowing, then marching began. No wind was blowing, we had no torch to light our way, only darkness. Told them the village lies ahead, and i’ll go alone to kill the guards, wait my signal.
Two guards, one old and infirm one youngling, eye gash echoed into itself when the blood been spilled. It was only the beginning. Lit a torch for slaughter. Every man has a beast in his mind, ready to prowl on the weak when he got a sword in his hand. I let the beast free, we became more (or less) than a man. Women and children scream to have mercy yet the Blood God acknowledges only the strength. Room by room blood had been shed for the glory of the Blood God, why they were asking before they departure from their body. Why in the name of Gods are we killing those innocent people? Sagan on the other hand did not seem to have hesitations at all, that bastard was quite enjoying the scene. Killing innocent and the weak, is this what i became. I was not be the one to have “noble causes” but child blood was something different. I felt like my head was about to explode from this atrocity. My mind could barely handle what was real and what was just an imagination. We returned with our loot to the ship.
Sagan came to me:
“What we did there was astonishingly beautiful my blood brother. This night, together we gained the gratitude of our lord. I am sure he is pleased to see his disciples on his skull throne. You seem troubled though, is there something i can do for you?”
“We pillage the whole village, massacred the men and innocent, i feel like im am not the person i used to be.”
“Well, we are making a progress then, you had created a mental image of yourself just like any of us and now that image is shattering. You are not the image you thought, you are becoming something interesting. That is a blessing of Ocrana, he has seen the potential inside you and you can fulfill yourself by following that steps. Remember what you were looking for, you wanted to see what you cannot. Now you are closer to it even more than ever.”
His words had meanings but i prefer to sleep for now.
Couple of days afterwards were quite similar, first we shared our loot, opened a keg or two of rum to forget and have some good time. Then i started to feel something as if the gash was trying to communicate me. Retreated to my room and opened to prayer book, images of children were still in my head, try to focus. Then check for the maps for our next journey. There it was another peninsular, with a city nearby. I wondered how my old companions doing, how is Dulcan, Carric and Althea? I first thought Dulcan was a spoiled brat became tributary for fame and glory and those little arrogant elves. Well i was wrong, totally, they had proved their worth and i hope i did the same for them. But there it was the peninsular and while i was thinking about it i was having this itch(?). Was it a communication attempt from divines? What am i supposed to do there? There is one way to find out!
“Be here till we return, if not go to Karvak, have a good time there. I’ll send you a raven if needed till then take care blood brothers and stay low.”
We hiked and camped with Sagan in the wilderness. Now that I’m thinking he had known before i did.
“You know where this will end up brother. You are an honorable person and one thing i know for sure is nothing you value more than your companions. Remember the priest, you sacrifice your precious ones. Don’t get me wrong i care about you, you are like an older brother for me but this will end now.”
He kicked me from the back and confiscated my Mountain Carver. “I always wanted to try this baby, well after i kill you i can have some experiments on this.” Took off his bastard sword and i replied with my trusted axe. They all say about how the valiant knights fight in their shiny armor for their honor, but we were not knights and my honor has gone after butchering the village. But killing a brother is something even darker. I had a chance to do so when Dulcan fell in the battle but this time it seemed different. I rushed with fury and start punishing him. Fear was in his eyes and that fear gave me even more confidence, i knew it. Disarmed his sword and threw away mine. Even betrayal will come at my conditions. Punches smashed his skull and soon after he fell. Got my blade and sit onto him.
“You are mine now.”
”I know brother, thank you for letting me understand, i owe you”