Get the Desktop App for Battle.net Now
- All your games in 1 place
- Log in once
- Automatic game updates
10th Day of Naxam,
1266 Amma Kehjistani
As the old man say, we were doomed even in victory...
A year worth of walking has passed since the great Fall of Arreat, and for all that's rigtheous that old mas was more than right. I have seen the horrors that await us , but a few of those nightmares not even an Arreat's man can walk out of.
It has been some months since i had met that Caravan and my path lead me to them again, curse the day that fate brought me there. As i approached the caravan a thick sense of wrong crawled through my skin, the small embers of a campfire crackled barely noticeable in the red shadow of dawn's sun and a howling morning wind came out of the mountains.
No one greeted me, no one stopped me, no one questioned my purposes. Something was afoul, people of Khanduras don't take kindly to Ironclad Travelers. That's when i noticed the doors. They were unlocked, and resting quietly. One does not leave a door unmanned or unlocked in the wild, nasty things abound and they will get you out of your sleep.
I slowly opened the reinforced wooden door, the door bolt cracked, wooden chips of broken safety laid on the ground. As the red light crawled inside the caravan, between spilled potions and small trinkets smashed in the ground, two gruesome corpses confirm what my heart already knew as the shadows move out of the light as if letting me see them.
These people were dead, something had gotten them and not long ago.
The mutilated corpses greeted me with deformed grins of pain and their insides out, bites and ripped apart pieces told me this was no fallen. They were tending to their business, preparing for morning, they were ambushed.
I tightly hold a grip on my axe, already stained by demonblood and cursed by the path of pain and misery we've witnessed, but it's my axe and even if it hurts my soul i will not leave it. I will not abandon it.
Every caravan is the same, except one i noticed a shadow move inside near a window, i slam the door open and torn pieces of wood fly around me. Lights burst in and forces the darkness out of the caravan.
I raise my axe to meet whatever creature awaited inside, but instead i frighten a child. As soon as i open the door he rushes to a small cabinet and closes the door, trapping himself in. I could already imagine if i had been a demon how this would've ended, him lying on the floor with no blood left on his body.
As i approach the little man i make sure to show warmth , my thundering voice is of no help though, he screams in fear, and says:
"They will see me... they will find me and kill me, you've opened the door."
Poor fella' , after talking to him i close the door, shutting the light out. He says that's safe, that they would not come in. Then I hear it again, the howling wind behind me and the crackling sound of embers.
I turn around and see them appearing in front of my eyes, as if made from darkness and shadow, i slash one open as another forms at my side. My gauntlet strikes true, i smash his head against a workbench then my axe finishes the job. As i turn to the kid he has an unpleasant grin on his face, in the darkness i can see his eyes glow like those of a predator. His mouth is red and his cheeks are filled with blood and meat. A ghoul. A child ghoul.
I left the caravans. I never spoke of that day till now.
My curse grows with each step, as if the Maiden of Anguish herself was alive and followed me. My axe feels heavier, but i can feels its grip tighten on my mind, feasting from my sanity and the lives of those that died to its hunger.
I need to get rid of it, but i can't.
Edited by Guildmaster on 12/8/2011 8:49 AM PST
Very good dark and brooding like a man who has seen too much to ever be free of the experiences that have scared him. The only problem I saw was in the last paragraph where
he says " My axe feels heavier, but I can feel it's clutch on my, it's clutch on what his mind his soul what? Also grip might be a more accurate description than clutch. such as this for an example....... " My axe feels heavier now, I can feel it's grip tighten on my mind. feasting
from my sanity and the lives of those we have killed. I need to get rid of it, but I can't .....it
won't let me go. "
Just a suggestion it seems the last two sentences may have been a bit rushed but all in all
a very good brooding tale I hope you write more of it.
My post contain SPOILER.
10th Day of Naxam,
The right is Vasan and Anno.
Vasan possibly is inspired in the name of one of the Nephalem. Vasan = Vasily.
Kathon = Bul-Kathos.
Esunar = Esu.
Ratham = Rathma. (the inversion of ma in am is other evidence)
The word anno is inspired by the word annu of the Latine (Latin) language that means year in English language.
Sorry for resurrecting the topic and my bad English.
My post contain SPOILER.10th Day of Naxam,
I think i copied it from Cain Journal/Lore Entries in the website, i might have gotten it somewhere else, thanks for the corrections though.
No one showed much interest so i didnt continue this Man's story, but i might sometime.
No need to feel sorry for bumping the thread hopefully someone will read and give feedback.
Threats of violence. We take these seriously and will alert the proper authorities.
Posts containing personal information about other players. This includes physical addresses, e-mail addresses, phone numbers, and inappropriate photos and/or videos.
Harassing or discriminatory language. This will not be tolerated.