Entry IV
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I am free at last from the clutches of Eld's dangerous game.
The tale I am about to tell is one that I do with a heavy heart.
Nonetheless, I ask you to read it until the end.
The last job was one of closure.
Using the knowledge obtained by the 'Mountain'.
A large group of hired hands, people from the shadows were summoned.
One of such people was a Raen that went by the name 'Makoto'.
She was a newcomer to this.Â
Draw to the promise of 'saving slaves', she wished to learn from combat.
She doesn't know who Eld is. Or cares, for that matter.
'I am not a hero' - She said.
Does one need to be one to avoid bloodshed?
Is the lure of gil, of blood, so inevitable only a hero can deny it?
Before we went to the field, Eld handed me a piece of magitek.
A button that would activate black powder previously set.
Mobile Detonator.
Eld said as long I pressed the button on her order, I would be free from her covenant.
I tried to prove to the newcomer Eld's questionable ethics.
'If you do not want to press it. Allow me.'
I considered.
But then, the words of the one called Jei'me jolted me to a decision.
'You are my hero.'
If I passed my responsibilities, no matter how grim to the newcomer.
I would only be extending the world of darkness promised by Edl.
Whatever came after the button is pressed, it was to be my fate.
The group travels to the heart of Thanalan.
In the shade, we hide.Â
We had a view of the merchant camp, filled with slavers and their 'goods'.
Another Raen woman, Eld's right-hand woman was busy leading people away from the camp.
'Now' - The Roegadyn woman says, venom on her lips.
And I press that awful button.
A sea of flames, as pure as the malice of the one who set up the black powder.
Springs forth in a loud explosion.Â
I couldn't listen to their screams of agony, only a sharp noise ringed over my ears.
The smell of charred flesh made me nauseous.
There were once merchants and their guards there.
Now there are only ashes.
I still remember glancing that device.
As I ears slowly returned to their natural state, only to hear Eld's satisfied laugh.
Did I kill them?
No.
I was accessory to their murder.
I was blackmailed to be in this position.Â
But I did not install the black powder.
I did not plan for their death.
My role was of the finger, Eld's finger.
She did not even try to goad me explaining what this device would do.
Yet as I struggled with that fact, it did not change a thing.
All that people died that day.
With haste, I, the Newcomer and others rushed to save the survivors, mostly slaves.
We did combat in the hellish landscape against some guards.
Desperate to continue the status quo brought forth by their masters.
I did not feel anything but the rush to save as many slaves as I could.
Once we defeated our foes and gathered the survivors.
I handed 'Makoto' my mask.
'From now on, you are to be the Silver Tongue.'
And with that, I walk away from the shadows.
Forever changed.
But still maintaining my promise to you.
I have returned alive.
No blood in my hands will keep me away from you.
I refuse to let Eld win on her twisted game.
But I must seek redemption.
On your bosom.
**
End of Entry IV - End of the Death Journal
**
I am free at last from the clutches of Eld's dangerous game.
The tale I am about to tell is one that I do with a heavy heart.
Nonetheless, I ask you to read it until the end.
The last job was one of closure.
Using the knowledge obtained by the 'Mountain'.
A large group of hired hands, people from the shadows were summoned.
One of such people was a Raen that went by the name 'Makoto'.
She was a newcomer to this.Â
Draw to the promise of 'saving slaves', she wished to learn from combat.
She doesn't know who Eld is. Or cares, for that matter.
'I am not a hero' - She said.
Does one need to be one to avoid bloodshed?
Is the lure of gil, of blood, so inevitable only a hero can deny it?
Before we went to the field, Eld handed me a piece of magitek.
A button that would activate black powder previously set.
Mobile Detonator.
Eld said as long I pressed the button on her order, I would be free from her covenant.
I tried to prove to the newcomer Eld's questionable ethics.
'If you do not want to press it. Allow me.'
I considered.
But then, the words of the one called Jei'me jolted me to a decision.
'You are my hero.'
If I passed my responsibilities, no matter how grim to the newcomer.
I would only be extending the world of darkness promised by Edl.
Whatever came after the button is pressed, it was to be my fate.
The group travels to the heart of Thanalan.
In the shade, we hide.Â
We had a view of the merchant camp, filled with slavers and their 'goods'.
Another Raen woman, Eld's right-hand woman was busy leading people away from the camp.
'Now' - The Roegadyn woman says, venom on her lips.
And I press that awful button.
A sea of flames, as pure as the malice of the one who set up the black powder.
Springs forth in a loud explosion.Â
I couldn't listen to their screams of agony, only a sharp noise ringed over my ears.
The smell of charred flesh made me nauseous.
There were once merchants and their guards there.
Now there are only ashes.
I still remember glancing that device.
As I ears slowly returned to their natural state, only to hear Eld's satisfied laugh.
Did I kill them?
No.
I was accessory to their murder.
I was blackmailed to be in this position.Â
But I did not install the black powder.
I did not plan for their death.
My role was of the finger, Eld's finger.
She did not even try to goad me explaining what this device would do.
Yet as I struggled with that fact, it did not change a thing.
All that people died that day.
With haste, I, the Newcomer and others rushed to save the survivors, mostly slaves.
We did combat in the hellish landscape against some guards.
Desperate to continue the status quo brought forth by their masters.
I did not feel anything but the rush to save as many slaves as I could.
Once we defeated our foes and gathered the survivors.
I handed 'Makoto' my mask.
'From now on, you are to be the Silver Tongue.'
And with that, I walk away from the shadows.
Forever changed.
But still maintaining my promise to you.
I have returned alive.
No blood in my hands will keep me away from you.
I refuse to let Eld win on her twisted game.
But I must seek redemption.
On your bosom.
**
End of Entry IV - End of the Death Journal
