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« on: May 15, 2012, 01:56:01 pm »
Journal Entry: The Rage
“Burning. Toiling. Bubbling. Aching. The broken heart, and raging anger and hatred long since repressed, has now become my internal inferno. The extreme betrayal that vexes me so is almost too much to bear, My wife defiled, and long since vanished. The defiler is in hiding. It is time to set my sights on something. Fling my rage and unending pain in a public way. Show all what happens when I am crossed. An example needs to be made. Just north of Old Yorke is a town atop a flattened mountain top. It is the ideal place to make my displeasure known. They will all see. Not one can possibly miss the spectacle. Indeed, their end is nigh. All will know. All will fear. All will understand. ”
-Tocharaeh D’Araesth
The 35th Day of the Month of Nature, Year 667.
Tocharaeh replaces his quill in the nearby inkwell, and reclines against his chair. A tiny replica of the orb of seeing floats just a hand-breadth above his writing desk. The room is dark, and quiet. His two homunculi stay in the shadows behind, knowing to not disturb their master’s thoughts. The pained drow looks on into the orb and mentally wills it to seek out the mountain village that will be the target of his wrath. He stares on into the orb while idling petting his miniature deep dragon pet perched on his arm. A shame really, that these people have to suffer for others sins. However evil it may be (such trivial descriptors have never bothered him before), it is unavoidable. His life has been robbed. He will show them all what exactly that feels like.
[Speaking Sindarin]
‘You two.’, the drow call out. He knew they stood far behind in waiting.
‘Yes father?’, asked the homunculi in unison.
‘See that all of the preparations are made. I want the brood on alert, and the breeding to recommence. Soon, we will march.’, Tocharaeh said in even dark tones as he stared on.
The homunculi knew not to waste time, and left promptly as soon as they knew their master was done with his words. They knew not to test him. This was the way. You never tested “Father”. If he said jump, you didn’t bother asking for clarities. You already knew. This is the way things are done here.
Tocharaeh continued to stare on, watching the quiet innocent mountain people go about their lives completely unaware of what would soon be their doom. Perhaps he will show some mercy. Perhaps he will not completely destroy them. He will certainly leave a lasting scar. Nobody could ever say he was unreasonable. It was part of his nature of dark neutrality. He only did what he felt was necessary. Dealing in absolutes was a rarity. But this time, this time he may make an appropriate exception to that rule. Absolutes get points across. Absolutes drive fatalism home. They must all know that doom ever looms overhead. They must all know. ‘Damn you Sarias.’
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