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Main » 2015 » August » 11

From: Bay-Wynn
To: My glorious editor and dear friend

I can't keep doing this. I can't. I woke up last night screaming in a room in that damn pub. It was a dream, just a dream. Otho was standing at the end of my bed watching me. He looked right into me - but he had black eyes, lifeless, like a dolls eyes. And the screaming. The terrible high pitched screaming. And then I woke up in that cold, empty room. Like waking up in a tomb.

Its my fault he died. I tried to get him to follow. I was too far gone to carry him. The world was swimming and it was all I could do to stagger, covered in so much blood. Everywhere. I saw him go down. I was only alive because of him and now I couldn't get to him. I was too weak! Sarenrae forgive me!!

So many dead. Otho, Randy, Tank, Nobbla. I still see them in my dreams. Why did I live? Why not them!! I'm just a ... I just tell dirty stories for coin.

I don't know if I can keep ... Read more »

Category: Darkmoon Vale | Views: 417 | Added by: Jessi | Date: 10 Aug 2015

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