27th day of the Sixth Umbral Moon
It has been three days since I arrived at the Ash Brotherhood's camp. They have been this strange combination of welcoming and terse, but they continue to allow me to proffer aid to their cause without a second thought. My visits to the camp have been short, allowing me leave after their tasks have been met. I'm pleased by the allowance, as the camp is active at all hours, and sleep has been difficult to come by there.
Even when I take my leave, I find sleep difficult, however. The savagery and fervor of these beastmen is deeper than even I had anticipated. I had seen the howling rage in the eyes of the Amalj'aa as they rushed to defend their idols and rituals to Ifrit....the hatred in their deep, black eyes, even as they fall to my blade. The engagements at Zahar'ak have not been what I would class as challenging--the beastmen charge recklessly at me, zealotry and madness burning away all training and idea of martial skill...but each fight lasts with me regardless.Â
This battlefield is soaked in hate to the point where even the sands of Thanalan seem more red than usual.
Focusing my time away from the camp at the forge has cleared my head only slightly. My mind continues to wander to that place. To the drive on both sides of the battle. I know where liberty and justice lies--I have no qualms about which side is right. The drive of both forces, however...the wellspring of motivation which they draw from. It fascinates and terrifies me, haunting my thoughts when I am left alone in my own head.
I can't wait to return to the camp and aid them again, despite all that is wrong and angry about that place.
It has been three days since I arrived at the Ash Brotherhood's camp. They have been this strange combination of welcoming and terse, but they continue to allow me to proffer aid to their cause without a second thought. My visits to the camp have been short, allowing me leave after their tasks have been met. I'm pleased by the allowance, as the camp is active at all hours, and sleep has been difficult to come by there.
Even when I take my leave, I find sleep difficult, however. The savagery and fervor of these beastmen is deeper than even I had anticipated. I had seen the howling rage in the eyes of the Amalj'aa as they rushed to defend their idols and rituals to Ifrit....the hatred in their deep, black eyes, even as they fall to my blade. The engagements at Zahar'ak have not been what I would class as challenging--the beastmen charge recklessly at me, zealotry and madness burning away all training and idea of martial skill...but each fight lasts with me regardless.Â
This battlefield is soaked in hate to the point where even the sands of Thanalan seem more red than usual.
Focusing my time away from the camp at the forge has cleared my head only slightly. My mind continues to wander to that place. To the drive on both sides of the battle. I know where liberty and justice lies--I have no qualms about which side is right. The drive of both forces, however...the wellspring of motivation which they draw from. It fascinates and terrifies me, haunting my thoughts when I am left alone in my own head.
I can't wait to return to the camp and aid them again, despite all that is wrong and angry about that place.
