Time may fade scars but they never go away. I have pondered recent events sitting alone in my home, wondering what it is that compels me to do such things. I seem to be taken by some force but it is me, I am aware of everything that is happening and yet I let these urges for destruction and ruin take hold.
I came across a villiage of Elves who did not seem to keen on me being there and I felt their disdain for me, this angered me in a way i have not felt in years. The elf closest to me I immolated watching his chared body fall to the ground and turn to ash. The others were stuned by this for only a moment then attacked me. My Death Watch Guard and myself began killing the lot of them sending limbs and entrails to the ground while some burst into flame from a fire ball or lightning strike. The slaughter brought a smile to my face and dread to my heart, I was enjoying this and did not want to stop. When the last elf fell I burnt the village and left, the area smelled of burnt flesh and was littered with blood and ashes. The shadow grips me tighter.
Home 
