Flames of hate, flames of Hell.

June 20, El Nath.

I was unable to write yesterday, the pains of my ascension were too much to bear, my only hope of salvation, destroyed, my dream of purity, shattered, my wish for you, corrupted, crushed beneath the iron heel of destiny…

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After one year of efforts, I finally reached the summit of my path, the peak where it will all begin, I returned to the relative safety of El Nath and started the ritual. The ritual to infuse my swords with the power of my scrolls, hoping they will absorb their power and therefore be mine to wield. I shall start with the most powerful and unstable scroll, the Dark Scroll…the power it held was transferred to the first sword without a problem. I continued with the weaker scrolls, only three out of the six worked, sadness began to fill my heart, the second sword lived a worse fate, only two of the seven were accepted by it. The third sword was never completed, the first one worked but was also my last scroll, my time was passing by fast, I did not have the time to buy more and so it remained as it was…forever.

I made my way towards the Chief’s Residence, doubt filled my heart, I knocked and Tylus answered, I asked for my ascension and he told me I must go get a Necklace of Strength from Dances with Balrog. So I took one of the two magical rocks I brought with me for this special day, marked in them were the two locations I needed to go to, the Warrior’s Sanctuary and the Chief’s Residence. The power of the stone whirling around me, I arrived at my destination, I asked Dances with Balrog for my ascension and he told me he needed me to get a Black Charm and told me where to find it.

I took a Taxi to Lith Harbour and then I took another Taxi all the way to the Door of Dimension and I went into it, then I saw the clone of Dances with Balrog. Our fight began, he was much weaker than I expected, twice he summoned Tauromacis at me, yet the battle took only two minutes, upon his death a Black Charm dropped. Yet I had doubts, was this how I wanted it to be? Was this what I wanted? I sat down and pondered on the meaning of this, falling into the depths of despair…

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”A charm from which power can be born, lost…forever.”

And so began the story…of a Knight’s twisted fate.

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I returned to I Dances with Balrog and gave him the Black Charm, from it he crafted the Necklace of Strength and gave it to me, wishing me good luck. I went back to Tylus, using my second rock, I gave him the Necklace and he told me to go to the Holy Stone and answer the questions. Shortly after I departed, I found it, I offered it a Dark Crystal as a sacrifice and answered it’s questions, not one moment did I hesitate, not one question I have failed and through it, I knew that my knowledge was absolute, thus I received the Necklace of Wisdom.

I was thinking…all this time what did I want? The sword or the title? I found the answer, I wanted the sword more, I wanted the power of the Doombringer was everything I wanted, the only hope of salvation I had. Without it, I shall continue my path as a Knight, in darkness… And so it all begins, my tale…of oblivion.

A wound taken, is a wound that never heals.

I returned to Tylus and gave him the Necklace, he was smiling at me, ”Congratulations!”, he said, to that I answered: ”Your congratulations are misplaced, this is my destiny, this is my fate, now let us be done with it.”

His smiled faded away, he began chanting and channelling the powers of the two Necklaces, the power that would soon be mine, I felt it become one with me and then, I saw ”her”… Nothing but a glimpse, a fragment of my memories, an illusion born from my doubt, a wish that was not one. Yet, as Tylus finished anointing me, I could feel it rising, this feeling I hoped to get rid of, my life-long dream was shattered in this mere moment…

”I refuse this, this is not what I wished for, what I hoped for, what I dreamed for. Therefore,I must do what I must…to destroy it… destiny shall know my wrath.”

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This is ”her”, at least that’s what she looks like to me.