_{by jaymamma.}

Farewell, to my potential one-eyed friend

In a lonely crevasse your life did end

In you I saw a piece of me

Through your ambitions was forced your destiny

Rest now Peepers your fight is through

I will always think fondly on what could have been for me and you

Passage from Lilvari’s written work “My Horrors I Lament”

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  I really felt I could have helped that poor creature, he reminded me much of my own history. Ambition turned him into the wretched thing he had become, much as my ambition has done to me. Granted, I just wanted to win a horsemanship contest, and his much loftier. He could have made a great pet and powerful ally. I miss my Shadowsilk and maybe I was just trying to latch onto something in replacement. I would have loved to scratch him behind the ear when he had an itch.(wait did he even have ears). To feed him fro my own plate( and of course some of the bodies I will most definitely pile up along with my new companions).

They are a violent bunch. Mystic is the odd elf out, murderous cutthroats all of us except her. Perhaps it goes along with being a druid, I so would have loved to protect the great mother and all her creatures but it was not to be. Ajax is out to prove his worth to the world and does so with a great hunger for violence and intimidation, no subtlety with that one for sure. It is fine though I am subtle enough when needed for us all. Just whatever you do for the sake of the realms far and wide, DO NOT put any type of ranged weapon in his hands. We recently came across crossbow bolts, I couldn’t help but cringe and giggle when he grabbed them. I do so enjoy watching him smash things into pulp and the breath weapon my patron he needs to use that more. (preferably with Dare standing in the area of effect) Speaking of Dare, one half orc, one half human, and all drunken idiot. Seriously, he takes more traps in the face than any I have ever seen. Which is good for me as then I don’t have to. Still I can’t help but be disappointed every time he climbs out of a hole of his own making still alive. One of these short rests the drunk is so fond of I’m going to cram my glaive in his Arse.

    It was definitely his fault I didn’t get to befriend my dear peepers, and instead had to contribute to his demise. Why,You ask? Cause his dumb, drunk ass fell through a rickety bridge he shouldn’t even have tried to cross. I will not soon forget that. We did save three captives so there is that a sliver of light in the darkness, I am grateful for that at least. I hope they didn’t take my roughness to harshly sometimes necessity dictates. I am also grateful for all the scum red bags, red wings, red whatever their dam names are. I don’t remember them now and will certainly forget them after we have crushed them beneath my heel. Im grateful for them as I get to gleefully murder their slaver bully scum hides and not feel any guilt over it.  Once we slaughter them all I have a date with a certain vain banshee, I don’t favor her chances…..