There are certain things you expect when wandering the wastes during a time of evil (yes I've done this more than once, yes the other stories will eventually make it in this journal). You expect dried corpses next to supply wagons. You expect ghost towns haunted by either the evil itself or secondary creatures exploiting the power gap (happens all the time, lesser forms of filth take over in places greater ones abandon). Hastitly made new graveyards recently picked over by humans being as terrible as usual (graverobbery in the midst of tragedy is probably the most vile thing I've ever witnessed and I've seen some pretty vile things). Last, but certainly not least horrible is the smell, the damned areas always smell like a mix between wet garbage, shit, and mold. You'll know the smell if you ever get in an area overrun by evil, because its hard to miss, though pray pray you never ever smell it yourself.
What you never expect is a band of knights riding in to save the day. In this case I'm speaking of something that truely actually happened. I was walking the road to the north feeling under dressed and underarmed when I heard the clomp of hooves. Figuring the flesh creatures had somehow turned horses against us (horses are already evil enough, believe me they'll kill you and everyone you've ever loved without a single thought, such is the mind of the beast) I ducked into the sticker bushes near the road side (thus once again reuniting myself with an old foe, for their part they pricked the hell out of me). I'll leave out that the pricker bushes provided zero cover and I basically was standing in dust anyway so when I lept to the side there was a cloud showing where I'd gone as well as my foot prints. Shit I said I'd leave that out, damn writing in pen.
Less about my bad hiding spot, and more about what was coming. Knights in white armor on horse back. At first I thought I'd actually gone crazy again (I can't even recall at what point how many times crazy this would make me), but even I knew that madness would not create this insane of an illusion. At the sight of me hiding in the bushes they stopped, the lead Knight hopped down from his horse and drew a sword (no fire arm just a very bright and deadly looking sword) and approached me.
"Stand and die knave." Not the friendliest greeting to be had I'll admit.
"I'd prefer to squat and live, you know if its all the same to you."
"We are here to cleanse this land of your evil monster stand and fight!" I have to admit at that I started to laugh pretty hard and did leave my bush. I stood up to my full heigh and in all my mostly naked, scratched up, covered in dirt and scraggly bearded glory.
"I'm a monster? Are you insane? At best I'm a wandering vagrant lost in a land clearly out of its damn mind!" He had the sword at my throat now, my had fallen to my own revolver, but no way could I beat him to the draw as it were.
"We are aware that the creature of this land likes to hide in unlikely places, and you sir are an unlikely place."
"Thats the dumbest logic I'd ever heard of, are you just running around killing everyone who looks like they've had it rough in a land full of flesh monsters?"
"Yes." Damn the one thing I hadn't counted on someone being dedicated to crazy. For a moment I imagined all the people fleeing this disaster these idiots had killed and thought how stupid I was for coming to this land of damn madness.
"Wait Brother Loud (prounouced like Lude but I know how it was spelled, I saw it on his tombstone... Oh if that ain't an allusion to something... that is how I know how all of these names are spelled despite being prounounced differently)." One of the other armored knights had emerged behind Loud, he had dismounted as Loud had while the other knights remained on their horses stoicly allowing him to murder me.
"What is is Brother Corle (pronounced Corelay) I am about to purge the darkness from this man." I've heard killing people called a lot of things, this was the first I'd heard it called that.
"Master Dezyran wishes to speak with this man."
"The master with this man? Surely you must be joking."
"I am not Brother Loud now stand down." I was in a bit of a shock, I hadn't heard of this Dezryan fellow but I liked him already, well I thought I did, turns out... I was brought to back of their column, on a smaller horse dressed in a simple robe and wielding one of those weird bladed staves was my blind man.
"You son of a..." Corle and Loud restrained me, Dezryan looked on (well as much as a blind man looks at anything).
"Hello Trezlan I hear you are looking for me." And thats where I'll leave you for today. Because I'm a dick like that and my hand hurts.
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