Hello my Mate, as you can see i've added another scalp to my spear, this one brings a sad note with it...which I will explain in a little bit. If you remember When I was younger I told you, like my father I would add a scalp to my weapon for each signifigant kill in my life. You will notice those who murdered you hang from the haft..now so too this new scalp shall remain until I pass it to our eldest son when I leave this world. I have mentioned an elven woman, a friend...or who I thought was a friend, to you in the past..Goldsun. She was a healer and I spent many battles at her side, I entrusted my life to her and believed her to be a trustworthy woman. The Tribe discovered she was involved in some kind of cult, that had kidnapped one of our Tribemates...the Ranger Westel and nearly killed him. The Tribe executed her last week...and the entire situation has been weighing heavily on my shoulders. I have had to learn many difficult lessons in this life, death, loss and now betrayal..I do not know how one who spent her days healing her companions could at night slither forth and plot their demise. I could easily blame this on her being an elf...but it would seem all races are capable of betrayal.
When she died I stood above her broken body and spoke to her, spoke to Bwonsamdi and cut her scalp from her head. Several tribemates witnessed this action, and my words over her after. Their looks told me they were disgusted with my actions, and I do believe some of them think I am the beast that I struggle daily to contain. My brother in arms Atal understood my actions, as he nodded to me as I performed the ritual....it...it was all I could think to do for her. Despite her betrayal she was my friend and I did not wish to simply let it end thus.
I performed an old ritual the Hexxer Razimon had shown me..the sundering of evil. I cursed her body and aura to rot on the spot she fell, a warning to all who come upon her bones in the future. Her spirit I bound to the scalp tied to my Spear. I believe her sin, can be forgiven in time, and with her soul tied to my weapon her name, her spirit can fight for our Tribe, through my actions her soul can right the wrongs she has done, and serve the tribe still. The blood of our foes will soak her scalp and when enough have fallen, when enough have been felled by our combined strength, I will put her to rest and ask the Loa to release her. This I believe to be a far kinder fate...than that which awaited her.
The tribe does not understand this..I saw it in their eyes and heard it in their gasps, they do not understand the way of the Darkspear, or the final peace that Bwonsamdi offers...and perhaps it is best they fear me for my actions. The fetish tied to my spear hangs as notice to our tribe as well, that my Spear will draw blood from the enemies of the tribe, external and internal. However as I sit here...with the spear in hand, my heart is sadened that this had to happen. I watch more and talk less these days, I wonder who else among my adopted family will slither forth in the night. I smell the stink of darkness on several of them...and I have been watching them....closely. They would not believe how close death follows at their heels...breathing his hot breath at their back...so I sit in the darkness and wonder...who else will I have to bury on that hill...
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