Evil,
always there to counter-balance Good. So much so that it is a part
of life no matter which side you're on. And of course there are those
for whom Evil is their day to day existence…sort of. This is the saga of one such life. |
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ONE: It’s the start of my new life! I got volunteered for the Dark Horde today. Although
I don’t really recall steppin’ up with the others, but the big ogre told me I had, and you know, I’d say with an axe that big I’m all inclined to believe ‘im. |
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TWO: Joinin' tha Horde. It's tradition in my family... or so I'm told. Never got a
chance to meet my father, or he his... or he his... A bloody death's
also sorta tradition... but I'm not worried. They sure weren't...
on second thought maybe I should be... |
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FOUR: It’s a long way to th' tower of Nigh Damnation, but it’s a neat trek really. There’s lots of interesting countryside down along the Bone Valley. I’ve never seen so many historical battlegrounds before. Some, I’m told, are as old as last winter. |
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FIVE: I arrived today at the tower. I was worried at first about becomin’ a minion of doom, but it’s really not so bad here. I’ve already got my sword and armor. The sword’s a bit chipped and the armor's got a few holes to be patched, but I’ve got to admire an organization that recycles so much. |
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SIX: Big group meetin’ today! Sure our leader’s sorta… different, but from what I understand it’s common for overlords to be a bit eccentric. I can’t help but imagine that skull brassier can’t be comfortable. Still, I haven’t stopped watchin’ her yet. Haven’t a clue as to what she was sayin’ though. |