Part 4

The sun had just begun to set, and the birds near the coast were loud. The sandy bars eased the ship's landing. I disposed of the helmsman and fastened my armor. I mounted my horse, cut the lashes, and began to ride to Westbridge. My destination was a dark church, north of town. I had recited enough Mother's Embrace to know that I had been chosen. Jenova Cells had encountered me, and has burdened me with this strength. Bhaal, the Lord of Murder has touched me through these Cells and the Mother, the Father, and the Son need my abilities.

Part 3

I've never liked the sea. Never know where you are, hard to keep your footing. A bag of platinum coins bought a large cargo ship to sail across the Sea of Swords. A small crew and myself as the cargo; I brought a large bed and an armor rack. I also had my horse secured topside. We passed the two major land masses, Dark Continent and Paradise Island, over the course of a few nights. Once we reached the western coast, I ordered the ship be run aground south of New Thalos, near the eastern edge of the Sands of Sorrow. Some insubordination later and the last remaining crew member directed the ship as ordered.

Part II

From red to black, and now dim light. My eyes adjusted to the scene before me. All were dead. Everywhere lay torsos, arms, and legs. They were cloven clean through. There was no wailing. Silence. I felt it once again. The genuine pleasure of it. The pain! The pure bloodlust that it creates!  I looked around. I had certainly done this act. First I smiled, and then I roared at the carnage before me. My mind was a haze, and is now sharp and ready. At once, I realized where I must go. I clutched a healing scroll in my hand given to me by Krenaste. A quick recital and I started to move west, destined for Westbridge.

Part I

I am cutting men in half. I am slaying an army. Not many alongside me and plenty against us. I am The Forest That Wails. I am The Mountain That Burns. A ringing raises in my ears. Louder, the sounds of battle becoming background. My vision begins to fade red. Soon, everything is bright red. I cannot discern detail. It is as if the sun exploded in a fiery red death.

Necessary

I have torn through countless villages. I have single-handed brought down militias. I have defeated armies. I have killed a king. All of this, terrible. I had never before stayed behind after a battle. I like home. It is easy, it is simple. I do not know why this time I remained camped with the army. I beared witness The One Who Endures, Lord on the Rack, the Crying God Ilmater manifested in a bleeding body. His wounds never closed. They simply drained the blood from his hairy body wearing only

a breechcloth. The Suffering -- the clergy of his faith -- took notice of this man. No matter their efforts, they could not stop his bleeding.

A few chanted spells of healing, others mixing herbs together to clot the blood. They started to amass. A man appeared on the hill. Those gathered started to speak of the Exalted Sufferer. This was the leader of their religion. Truly it was a sight to behold. The Exalted Sufferer descended to the bleeding man, and held out his hand. Though it obviously bore the bleeding man great pain, he stood and walked with the Exalted Sufferer. Horses were brought. The man was mounted, and had begun to wail in pain. They started to strike out at our army in camp. The bleeding man used his hands like shortswords. I took notice and secured my chainmail to the boiled leather underbody. The bleeding man was an efficient machine. No one noticed me while the bleeding man obliterated. I motioned for my squire to mount my fullplate mail. I grabbed my great helm, fastened it, and made for my horse. I rode away quickly. I knew this bleeding man would endure anything I could sustain against him.

As I left camp, a Sufferer waved for me to halt. I reached to my side and readied my greatsword. I meant to cut him down, but something stopped  me. I slowed my horse. "Haven't you heard?" he asked. "Ilmater has blessed us with his presence. His avatar defeats those who caused this suffering!" I had to ride on. This was Ilmater incarnated. He was there for me. My long time of service, of rape, of murder, of shame. I know now I must  repent for what I have done, so the Crying God may once again manifest himself.