It took three weeks, but I had the quill that could rewrite history. I rode as best as my horse allows (another part I edit out for you, horses really can't ride all day and all night, they at best go like seven hours, which is about the length of time my groin goes for). Making it back to the Man in Whites little hovel hell, not so supringly it was more like the shorty remembered, bodies strung up (fresh too, so the Man in White was apparently not waiting around), little urchins and dirty people stood looking at me menacingly from behind camp fires cooking the flesh of people (cannabilism is always so popular with evil people, go figure). I hitched my horse and gave a rude glare to one of the shorties who got too close. Striding into the heart of the Man in White's little fortress I felt a sense of righteous power (pride goes before a fall? Who believes that nonesense!) Inside was all empty, I guess the Man in White liked controlling his minions from a distance, but didn't want to actually put up with their smell. I found his room by light of a lantern and saw him dressed as he had been sitting at a desk writing paper at the ready.
"You return, I hope you have the quill for your friends sake, you'll be happy to know I've kept them from eating the flesh of men for now, but I was running low on supplies." He had the smirk of someone who never loses, I should know it, because I totally have the same smirk.
"Yes I searched far and wide but I found your quill, I hope your willing to honor your end of the bargain." I handed him the quill, he didn't even notice I was wearing gloves, its almost like he didn't care about me at all, "I warn you if you are going to write me out of existence be aware without me you wouldn't have the pen at all."
"Noted, I'll just write a horrible death in for you now." He sat at the desk and started scribbling furiously for about two seconds, then the paralysis kicked in and I let the smirk he had when I came in spread across my face.
"Its a curious thing looking for a powerful object, especially one my former master had no memory of." He twisted and turned, bodily functions were shutting down, the poison on the quil the kind of deadly toxin spread by skin contact, "Which lead me to think it was a fools errand, surely something so powerful would not so easily be forgotten, indeed I would have thought it paramount to her thoughts." He stumbled out of the chair, twitching spasms from his legs as the last bits of the poison took hold. "And I wasn't wrong, the Quill you sought could indeed rewrite history, for the victor! I have no idea where you came across her plan to poison a magistrate and rewrite some records for her favor, but it is kind of funny to me that you took her words literally." The light in his eyes faded, death had taken him.
I left him there in the middle of his little fortress, still clutching the quil as had the idiots in Valrya's safehouse. I found my friends alive, a little under nourished but fine in a couple cells below, they didn't remember anything (In Malcyr's case he didn't even remember meeting up with me and Lorissia to start this madness, he just remembered investigating this place and then me unlocking his cell). The band of cannibals outside had dispersed to wherever they had come from, the Man in Whites mental grasp on them shattered. I decided to leave the shanty town as a reminder to other travelers (avoid this place or suffer its fate) I had to wonder if the quill would claim another victim, curiosity as they say is a killer.
So ends the Man in White, a person who will not be remembered by history for his attempts to rewrite it with a magic quill. Let it be known history is always written by the winners, its one reason I intend on living forever and writing the whole time. Don't worry dear reader of this journal, I'll promise I'm telling you the straight story, honest.
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