Among the Slain
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_I don't recall what day it is..
Twenty years since I've walked this realm, yet it all comes back now. The blood, the glory and the heroics. With only an old victim's blade and a simple robe for my possessions, this newly granted life may not last long. I do not forgive, nor do I forget. My Old Friend must know this and be wary, for he knows I shall strike at him for leaving me among the slain.
My kindred have been slain or fled in the years following my death. My old rivals are now either dead or fat in their riches and old age. They haven't faced a proper fear since I died, it seems. That will change. It's been twenty years since my blade has feasted on the blood of men and elves. That too, will change.
So much time lost to a simple mistake, it must never happen again. My skill as a master swordsman has failed since my death, and it will take some time to hone it back to its original skill. Good. I've been sighted in town, and my old 'friends' shall enjoy the fruits of their labor for a bit longer. Until death do us part. Ha._
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He spoke to me. The Day of Retribution draws near. Those who oppose me shall feel my wrath once more, and no mistakes shall be made this time. Death will hang in the air for years after I've had my turn at playing the Great Destroyer. Calamity awaits.
