diary of a mad man in prison pt.2

Then one day I saw a note the new clans were forming an alliance and HE was there my archrival I could never forget that face. The face of an ill beat bastard child of a half orc and an elf. Only to make an elf by some magic he was born just an elf not an orc how that was possible was beyond me. But I hated him so much the fear of the kill would not be the same till he lay slain in my arms as I take his soul as my own. I've taking many of lives but never this one. He would be my greatest feat. I knew he must die for me to remember whom I was it had to be certain he knew. But he was ranked high among the clergy of the radiant heart even higher then he was before. I had to stalk my enemy carefully follow his steps to Phils bar where he sat with Dryden drinking tea thinking they were safe. Watching as Serenity penciled away the notes from what was becoming of the new dawn. A dawn of no evil surely this isn't possible as long as the wizard with out a name is alive and kicking! He then followed Crovax to smugglers haven where the lonely human tried talking since to the bastard. Learning Crovax's every move was my main goal! He must be slain and now! The voices will never stop in my head until I know! I know! I must know who I am and I stand for! Arrrgggg!

diary of a mad man in prison part 1

The bells went off in my head like a warning siren guiding a person to a bomb shed.  I must flee.  I must get out now but where was I, how was I going to go?  My church had failed me.  My church had failed me how the fuck did the church of Strife fail thee Rosso Aposso!  How is it possible for such an awesome god to just give in.  To fail under pressure of a new cause, of a new hope.  What was the hope I thought to myself study in the life of death?  Isn't that what the followers of Cyric did?  Kill people for the lust, for the joy, for the real god Cyric?  That is what I had thought all along.  Could the research of the death be just a church in disguise for the followers to go to when the One had left them all alone.  Of course not!  Cyric had failed me for the last time

Upon muttering those words a great beam of light came from the sky came down and knocked Rosso out cold. When he awoke he was in the billets of the long death campground. Maezura was studying the affects the blow had on my skull by putting tokens and different ointments on him trying to see what the adverse affects were. I woke with a start when he started to desecrate on my face! Seeing what that would do sure enough woke me right up. But I was dazed and confused I had no idea where I was or who I thought I knew. I learned to walk again learn to fight, learn to summon great powerful swarms of rocks stronger then I ever could have before. But I did not know whom I was just that I was some powerful wizard. I had these items of clothes on. I didn't know who I was. So I labeled them with people I've seen in the past just the people I could only remember in the wizard training area while I was learning to cast.

diary of a mad man in prison pt.4

Months become days. Days become Hours. Hours become minutes. Minutes become seconds. Seconds become a shear fact of life that I'm stuck in this shit hole forever nothing to do accept scribble the time I have left on a small piece of paper. Trying to figure out whom I am. Not having any luck just having the soul of the once dead person with me. Haunting me in my sleep. I have a make shit flower bed in here but after all it's not what I choose I'm getting rusty with my swords. As I lay to waste in this after life I call hell. Will I get out I have no clue but to wait. As I write this only seconds go on. Not minute's as I'd hope. Just seconds sitting here waiting to die being fed only cookies to keep me alive. At least this bitch named Sara made good cookies or else I'd hate myself forever. She gives me a good sugar high too. Oh how I love Sara you complete me I say as I fall into a deep slumber which is only seconds. How long have I been in here for I ask myself. After all the sentence is one hundred years. One hundred years is just a lifetime for some human maybe but for the bastard elf it's just the dawn of a new day. One hundred years for a bastard elf like Crovax is like one hundred hours for him. He's not getting rusty out there living among the start of a civil war among the masses. A lot will die surely and we will have the capitol of tripower to thank for finally standing up to the vectorian retards. But then it goes back to asking myself who I am and what am I fighting for? What is my name? I be who!?!?!? Who I am I! My release was an uncommon one no one came. No one cheered when I was released out into the night to go along and mingle with them . The Bastard wasn't even there to laugh at my misfortune. However there will be a price on his head now. Someone will get him maybe not me. Perhaps another assassin just as skilled as me, trying to figure out his place in the world. I may still not know who I am. But as long as I'm breathing good will never purge out evil. It will always be lurking in the shadows ready to attack when you least expect it! 

This is what I send to you Crovax. WAR is on between you and I. For I may not know who I am but I do know one thing you will not survive on your own.

Diary of a mad man

Entering the room Rosso knew what this meeting was about, his life and death in the clan Long Death.  In the room there was Rahvin, pheniox,Darxal and Mortis the head masters of the clan.  Only Pheniox spoke, with such a loud tone it couldn't be forgotten you must surrender your soul to death.  Show us you have what it takes to be one of us.  Rosso begin to speak about his clan symbol then stopped.  He nodded in approval and with that he was off to Market square. 

Day 1
There sat Devout, Stephy,Dimitri and another person I didn't recognize. I knew I must get their attention somehow so I asked the paperboy for a quest,  hoping that they would follow. But I was too fast for them. I had to come back and fight my way to death. So It happened the first kill, so powerful  it crashed his heart and soul to remove his clan symbol. When I came back into reality my life force was down and devout of the hoard had healed me to my death, so his friend hit me once again I was faced with another trial do  I go back and fulfill my destiny or do I sit idly by and watch it go to waste.

Day 2
I arrived back at market square some hours later the dust had settled no one was there, and then came a halforc gladiator by the name of Zekai a few pokes of him to me got him furious to hit me. This trial was to watch my life  before my eyes. To not attack just to watch. Zekai fell flat at least a dozen times but in the end I lay flat from his blade.

day 3
 I awoke quickly with a start the next trial being friendship, I found Xeptimus sitting on the bench questioning what I was doing there why I was hitting him. He gave into temptation and attacked and once again I fell to a blade.

day 4
The next trial was a gang bang. Die to as many people as possible: I ran to market square as fast as I could gassed the room and five of them pop out of the smoke and are all on me. I try to fight back it's to much I fall to Dimitri.

day 5
The next trial, die to a priest to come back wealthy in the afterlife. I didn't heal for this one. I know priests are the worse. I found the target. It was Devout the devoted hoard member, I sent a rock his way and one hit of his weapon I fell once again

day 6
Trial 6 die to your own kind: looking for another spell caster like myself I found the lonely vonrak sitting there sipping on a Lipton ice tea I attacked him first but his friends sipping on juice boxes hit me too but in the end I fell to a rock.

day 7
Day of reckoning get help to fight a known enemy, then die by him:  I found 3 buddies and attempted to kill variable the invariable but the weapon was to strong it was my weakness. In seconds I died.

day 8
The day of rebirth: Die to be a born again clansmen. I rushed to market square so fast knowing this was the end of the trial. Found my target then died to Variable the invariable.

Signed, Rosso deh Aposso

diary of a mad man pt. 3

When the preparations were ready to find and kill the fallen angel into Crovax's palace were set in motion he only needed one thing a magical carpet that could whisk him away to his prey. He searched long and hard, then found it for the time to strike. But when my spy returned to me to tell me that Crovax had been hidden away in training and couldn't be bothered at all it was the perfect time. Crovax would be all-alone. His mentors gone and his brother Tsabicaran was in a meeting with others trying to get them as his patrons of the order. With the carpet he moved quickly to the fallen angel. She would be dead in a matter of minutes. One by one the meteors hit her barely phasing her. He pressed on deathly aware that the BASTARD must die to his blade tonight! Finally after what seemed to be hours but only minutes she was dead! He quickly moved to the next target. With one slick move the meteors hit harder then before and he was dead. Into the building he went. Walking slowly not making a sound. Shaking with fear and excitement of what Crovax would do if he saw him first. Then he saw him The bastard elf himself he was tall in the picture in his belt pouch he had drawn of him. But it was correct he was indeed tall and slim but muscular. This would be an easy match for I had faith on my side! He will be dead by me! One by one the rocks hit Crovax causing him to drop the joint in which he smoked on the ground. Quickly Rosso without loosing concentration of the spell picked it up and knew it was a gift from the gods. He went on powering down the elf with no giving up. All Crovax could do is watch as he lay there in shock as the illusionist continued to attack his poor frail body. As the final hours passed for Crovax, he gave a girlish scream to try to alert someone of his death but no one came. I waited what seemed like forever to find the next person to slay but no one came. So I moved out with his corpse in hand so I can cast as my own and trapped his soul inside of it. Hours upon hours passed when the deed was surely done. Being brought to the temple of life was the corpse of Crovax where his final resting spot would be. But there in his eyes he seen the bastard elf lying there in the coffin getting up ferociously surviving the beat down of his life. Crovax yelled into the streets "That guy right there tried to kill me! Lock him up in the brig so he will never get out!" Malar attending the funeral quickly grabbed me and through me into this cell I now call home.