Koshka’s Journal #15
After leaving the library we were confronted by one of the denizens of this world, whom claimed to be a jailer or worman, Rianovna cares not. It assaulted her colleges with some petty energy, a punishment of sorts, though paltry in comparison to what this world can do. It was after this that the darkness set the bait for its ultimate knife twist. It sent to Rianovna a piece of her love, a cruel gift, but this was just the beginning of its sadistic intentions. This led Rianova to Borca and eventually to a warehouse where who could be expected but Oberron? What better phantom to host this brutish nightmare? Rianovna was prepared for him but combat and death are but the least that this world can offer in means of torture. Oberron died at Rianovna’s hands but not before the darkness took everything from her. There is no curse in Feline, Sylvan or the language of men to voice the sorrow in Koshka Rianovna’s empty soul. Just when one believes there is nothing left to take, this world will find a new way to take from you. These dark powers, curses and the never ending onslaught of undead and combat are just background noise, something to keep you busy and entertain the pawns. True suffering is a black art that the overlords of this world have studied in for eons, masters of their craft. What now will they do?
After this the other husks of men found another of their libraries, or at least this is what it appears to be. Some moistened bitch fought us and we killed it. Another life extinguished, departed from this realm and it is the better for it. If only Rianovna had but the courage to follow, if this world would allow it.
Only the abyss awaits us now, no torture as simplistic as hell.