Jacula Pundactum. Journal Entry, Date Unknown.
ℒong had the shackles of death kept me sealed in Dakkru's embrace, never to look upon the crystal or walk amongst the living.
There was no comfort in the darkness, which had insisted itself upon me. Nor was there hope of clawing my way out of the depth of the abyss, where I was held in thrall. A single desire, eating away at my mind. A wish, I voiced into the darkness.
My words where met, whispers piercing the cacophonous silence of death. With my soul as payment, I had been allowed passage to the realm of the living one last time.
I seek to right my wrongs, and redeem my most heartfelt mistake. To seek the path littered by the blood of hundreds, and find she who held my heart when I was still a man.
I wish to hold her, but once again. To voice words, who for long held no meaning. My love for her suppressed by the sharp whisper in my ear, the bidding of the Black Flame.
To have her know, that I did not deserve such care. That I, as a beast shall erode in oblivion. So that hopefully, my name will be remembered by my deeds as a man. Not by the malign darkness that destroyed all I held dear.
Light rises over the iron temple now, and caresses the marred skin of my face. I must seek her, high and low. My ardent goddess, my greatest obsession.
Yet, before I pursuit this wish. One must be endowed with all my power, to listen to the whisper in my place. To inherit my legacy and legend, and serve where I have failed.
All who stand in my way, must face their end.
When a successor is found, I will take her hand and speak. Only to be called back into Dakkru's cold embrace, where I may sleep in soothing silence.
Forever.
