Not raining today, still a little muddy as we move out. As we come across an abandoned village, I see a damaged sign that is missing the first part, "kwell General Store".
I am sure my eyes got huge - Burkwell I said, must be Burkwell. My party is a bunch of fools, it barely leaves my mouth when Kabuto the stoolie bluts out that I might be looking for a Murkwell. I tried to power through, but I couldn't, and with an "episode" merely a breath away I walked into the town, led by that metal mongrel that I stole what feels like an eon ago.
I stepped on a gold locket and as I looked at it, time froze and I had a vison. A horrific scene of destruction of the town by the undead. I saw everything from the point of view of a child. I shivered as the feeling washed over me that it was me. I think that the child's soul might be the one trapped in the sword.
I started to feel sorry for it, but the things it has done to me! I am sentenced to death! The terrors of my life are cause by the
sword of my suffering.
I don't know what to think or do, but I feel the sword's power grow. Is it a good thing or bad? Will it kill me itself, or help me to survive the so near dangers of the Mournlands? Or, worst of all, will it force my to my death being some sort of fake "hero"?
I am sure I won't sleep tonight.