As I traveled the countryside in my continuing search of power, I grew weary and upon finding a comfortable bed for the night under the boughs of a soft willow tree I rested. As night shadows covered my weary eyes I prompty fell into a deep sleep.

And as I dreamed these visions entered my mind..

A massive cavern spread out before me, its floor covered with green-grey slime as far as could be seen and its walls and floor lost in the hazy distance. Unnatural greenish illumination flickered from braziers of enlarged human skulls, casting ghastly pallid shadows. Lakes of pus and blood and feces and maggots and worse carpeted the floor. Human souls gibbered as they wallowed in the filth
they cried out for freedom, which I could not and did not wish to grant them. My soul reveled in delight at the torture of these lost spirits.

A pestilent, green, filth of a beast danced its merry way to me. After a boisterous bow it motioned for me to follow. It was a bloated, pus-green creature. Its innards spilled out through rents in its pustulent skin, as did thousands of miniature maggots, which feasted on the pus and foul excreta oozing from the skin of this great creature.

I followed.....

Daemons beset me from every side, taunting me with their fecund breath and the charnel stench of their rotting bodies. They danced and cavorted atop the tormented souls of their victims, all the while laughing as they tallied the souls of the victims of plague. I stopped to join in with the mischief of these creatures, but my revolting guide motioned me forward with urgency.

My guide suddenly stopped me before a pile from soft boneless bodies, molded into the shape of a mighty throne. I was amazed I had not seen this structure sooned then I had just happed upon it. Upon this throne sat a form of which my vision could not penetrate, so I know not whom spoke to me. His voice came like the glorious sound of crunching cartilage and the buzzing of a million fat bilbonious flies covering the carcass of a slain field beast.. His voice brought to me visions of the death of innocents, a great plague of incalculable proportions, and the destruction of the all.

He passed his hand before my face.....

Suddenly I was transported to a small hill near the damnable city of Shallam. A city of fools without the smallest bit of honor or respect. I spat at the ground in disgust. However, as I peered over the city though I was delighted and my spirit was lifted to highest realms. Never before had so much joy entered my being.

Shallam was burning.....

I could make out the outline of the Chrysalis Basilica. It had fallen to might of Ashtan and more particularly, the army of the Knightly Infernals. The city with its traitorous people could no longer infest Achaea with its plague of lies and deceit. As I watched closely I could see that chaos ran like blood through its streets. Its citizens and their protectors begged for mercy, crying like babies.

They were slain like cattle.....

Again I was in this dark cavern, I still could not see my doomed host, but I could sense his delightment in my visage. He passed his hand over me again. Sores began to split my skin and dark fever wracked my flesh and the chill seeped through my bones. I cried in ecstasy as my flesh tore from my skin exposing my unprotected bones. Dark fluid oozed from the bones and my inner spilt to the floor, yet I did not die, in fact I could feel my power grow even greater.

I awoke.....

I know my destiny in life, and my course in death...


Valor, Infernal

Penned by my hand on the 18th of Miraman, in the year 236 AF.