I climb to the summit of the Doomcrag and I am finally able to look upon that most cursed of artefacts with my own eyes, the Lightless Remnant. So startled was I by its sanguinary glow, that when the Baron Montclair appeared like a fiend from a childish nightmare, he seemed to me to step out of the relic itself.
I drew my sword to give battle to the baneful Baron, with full knowledge that whilst I shall be fighting for my life, we shall not be fighting for his. For if Montclair should die whilst still connected to the Remnant, then there is a chance that the relic will shatter, unleashing its Blood-curse like a pestilence across all Rivenspire. No, I am fighting to survive and to keep him busy long enough to give Verandis the time to find a way to cleft this pernicious connection.
Restraint is the quality of a moral man. Whilst training to join the Imperial Legion, our instructor taught us that ‘A sword can earn you both fear and love, but only through restraint can a person earn respect.’ Ever since my escape from Coldharbour, I have been fighting with the abandon of a man whose fate is unredeemable, who is liberated from moral calliper, because what Divine can judge a man whose soul is stolen?
Yet now if I am to play my part in saving the people of this land I must remember once more how to fight with restraint. I may not be a moral man, but I am forever the Legionnaire.