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Pain gives perspective, but the more I see, the more it gets dark.

Branded as I am, where do I go?

#journal #644 #9-22-22

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Be a knight, or don’t. It’s your choice. One of many, or many of one.

#journal #643 #9-22-22

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Sir Valrik had so much to share, and tried to show me. And what did I do? Spat in his face.

#journal #642 #6-5-22

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Roy had tried to teach me the value of patience.

When I was about to lay the decisive blow against that abomination, I felt as I was when I was burning those raging vines with every ounce of mana I had.

There was so much fury in my blade, and, at the moment before it cracked, I understood why they sorely wanted to emphasize patience.

#journal #641 #6-5-22

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I'm grateful I didn't die on the hill like that. Unimaginably grateful. And what saved me? No doubt the Light. That which I've scorned. That stick... It was hatred for the paladins and all their glory.

#journal #640 #6-5-22

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I woke up with a stick in my hand. It was not the same stick, but I was holding it. Was it a joke?

I didn’t feel rage. What I felt was guilt.

I now realize what that stick was to me. I thought that it was a companion, or a measure of my discipline, held since I was a recruit.

But no, it was a grudge. It was my hatred. I hated her for what she did to me.

It’s time that I let that hatred go.

#journal #639 #6-5-22

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I felt just as when I was a recruit, but two things were different.

This time the damage can’t be hidden, and this time I was holding the whip.

#journal #638 #6-5-22

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I was doing my best. But not for the mission, not for my allies who made it possible. Not for anyone but myself. I convinced myself that I was going to be the hero on that pinnacle, that nobody else could stand in my way. I am a capable fighter, but I put aside all of my judgment, for that glory.

I am unbearably stupid.

#journal #637 #6-5-22

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I have warned the soldiers about this. I’ve warned myself about this. Many times, I have reminded myself that this career is toying with death, and eventually, we too would find ourselves in the jaws.

Each victory over death is glorious. I hungered for it, deeply. My blood, for glory.

But, I never imagined that, after I would be caught, it would feel so cold.

#journal #636 #6-5-22

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It has been almost two months and my body aches. Last I remember was dying on that hill.

#journal #635 #6-5-22

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Tonight I will claim what’s mine, and I won’t let anyone take that from me.

#journal #634 #4-24-22

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Just see. As dozens of us in that tunnel nearly let that abomination escape with our objective. If it were not for me, our effort would be for nothing.

I felt it like second nature, the ability to surpass all obstacles, laying fiery waste to that creature. Such power I behold.

None can match my mastery.

#journal #633 #4-22-22

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That ogre had more might than any of these pitiful displays.

#journal #632 #4-20-22

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They will let anyone in this pitiful Alliance, won’t they? Desperate.

#journal #631 #4-19-22

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What the fuck is he doing? She is not a knight nor a capable leader.

#journal #630 #4-17-22

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Not only pardon violent criminals for their years of terrorism, but pay them for it. The Defias have already cost everyone dearly over decades of terrorism.

Now I understand why this kingdom is in shambles. Not one of those worthless loyalist candidates at the table argued against fully bending over.

The union is fortunate that I am not of Stormwind blood, for my voice would be quite condemning.

#journal #629 #2-25-22

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Stormwind is in the midst of the conflict with their own people. They are not “my people”, but from where a person originates does not belong in judgment.

They say that a word is sharper than a sword, and here we see that laid bare—all of these misguided people, spilling blood over negligent words.

The common man wants a louder voice?

The common man does not realize that their voice is much too ignorant to lead to any value. All the common man’s shallow voice leads to is conflict and war like this.

Whoever is empowering this “common” voice in the name of justice or equality is a fool that ought to be hanged for perpetrating this misery. It’s treason in the absence of their king, and nothing less.

#journal #628 #2-20-22