In my current state it appears I can't even do a post correctly. Blame me, or blame the system, it doesn't matter. For those who want to read the parts which were cut off here it is again.

Everyone keeps telling and asking me strange things. They tell me that I attacked Halo during part of the war that my clan is involved in, at the height of his possession by some sort of demonic force. They also say that after this force was exorcised from him, in the form of two glowing blue orbs, I attacked Esque and Shine who had been sent to bury the orbs and forcibly took said orbs away from them.
Generally consensus would seem to be that I thought I could use them to increase my own power, but after being accosted by nearly a dozen people trying to wrest them from me I swallowed one of the orbs before having the hand holding the other severed by a hysterical Halo. I had escaped the initial chase but Halo with some unworldly surge of strength managed to catch up with me afterwards and take me down.

Swallowing the orb did me no good however, as it would seem I overestimated my own strength of will and was soon possessed by the same entity that had controlled Halo.

One thing you should know before I go on, I have never been fond of my own soul. At one time I sold it to Sartan, but after being grievously wounded it was returned to me by the Lord of Evil as he could find no further use for my now pathetic form.
I asked to be ejected from the inner circle of demons and fiends so that I could more freely pursue my vengeance against Raajin, and perhaps that is why it was returned to me rather than used as daemon feed.

I was not happy to have it back, however, for philosophical reasons that I wont go into here. In the hysteria of my possession, I tricked Shine into creating a crystal forest for me, and used it to gouge my eyes out and offer them to the "messenger" just as Halo had earlier that day.
I said that in sacrificing the windows to my soul, it would without the light whither and die, just like our world. I spoke ominously about some entity I would refer to only as the rider, and about how now that Abbadon and the Morning Star were gone there were no more barriers to stop it.

But I dont remember any of this. The last thing I remember is going to sleep in the shadow of the MC (Master Crystal) in the depths of the Warlocks guild hall. Then there was a bright flash of light, and I began to dream.

Ill try not to make this post too much longer. I dreamt, and I saw two opposing forces, standing around an area that was very familiar to me. A head on a pike is in the background, and I realize that I am looking at that area north of Thera. I am standing alone, and no one is looking at me, but rather at two combatants.
One is a shining epitome of both night and day, and unholy equinox that awes all around him. His skin is black, as night, and he wears a flowing robe of spotless white that shines brightly in the afternoon sun. Coiled along the ground at his side is a whip, which almost hisses as it rubs along the ground, he moves it every so slightly. In his skilled hand, it seems to have almost a life of its own.

His opponent is obviously a Paladin. His armor shines with green and gray, and in each hand he wields a vorpal scimitar that seems to suck at the air around it. With a start I notice suddenly that there is another man standing across from me, on the other side of the two great warriors. We lock eyes for but a moment, and then he turns to the two.

A strange foreigner says, "Please, stop this. Make your peace before it is too late."
1410h, 1500m ex-
Nimos, the Black Fang of Chaos says, "Someone remove that."
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Nimos, the Black Fang of Chaos says, "Time to die Pierce."

The two tense, but before either one can make a move there is a brilliant flash of light from the heavens. Looking up, I saw two suns. There were screams and cries of pain, and people covered their eyes to block out the light. Seizing his chance, the one with the whip lashes out with it at the Paladin, who only just barely manages to deflect the attack in time as the iron-tipped weapon wraps itself around his arm and sword.
The one called Pierce cries and lunges forward, slashing at his opponent with his other scimitar, but the man is already gone, spinning off to the side and pulling his opponent with him. The Paladin is yanking along down the side of the road before gritting his teeth and standing firm, and as the whip snakes back to its owner both prepare to renew their attacks in the unnatural light of the two suns. The Paladin leaps forward, bringing his weapon down towards his opponents head.
But before he can connect, the snakes arm shoots up, hidden in the folds of his shining white robe. Sparks fly as he parries the attack on the unworldly material, and animal-like the shadowsnakes head shoots forward, sinking his fangs into the knights arm. Before I can see any more, however, the light suddenly glows brighter, and then this vision ends.

When the light fades, I am confronted with a similar, but different vision. The first thing I see is a flag flapping in the wind, the flag is black with a seven pointed star of blood red in the center. My vision then seems to zoom back, and I nearly fall over before steadying myself. Before me is an unholy army made up of demons and men who have become demons, standing at the top of a ridge.
On my other side is an army of equally awesome appearance, only this one is clean, white and shining. Their banner is simple, a white flag, with something blue in the center. The two armies halt their advance, and spend several moments eyeing each other. Then, a lone figure strides forth from the dark side, walking out to the even ground in the middle of the field.
The landscape seems just perfect to serve as a bowl for death, and I realize suddenly that I am standing in the crater of the morning star. It takes only a few seconds for another man to come out of the side of the army of light, and amid awed murmurs and the bows soldiers he steps down the sides of the crater to meet his opponent in the center.

Once again I notice the strange foreign man, standing unnoticed where no one else is at the top of the crater. Ignoring me, or perhaps not even seeing me, he looks down at the two men as they prepare for battle.
The evil one is a powerful troll, filling out his full plate armor as only a troll can. The second is human, and dressed in white. There would not seem to be anything special about him. Both have a pair of swords in crossed sheaths on their backs.

The man in white holds his arms out to the sides as if releasing something, and from behind his back fly a myriad of spinning crystals which then embed themselves into the ground. The evil one makes no movement, but the flickering multi-colored mist of more than one chaos storm begins to form around him, and chaos hounds drop out of the ether on both of his sides.
As the two draw their swords and clash, it becomes apparent that they are both more than most mortals, for the sound of the impact they make followed by the clash of their blades is so loud that many men on both sides are forced to avert their eyes from the sparks and cover their ears in vain.

Then came the last vision. I can see a temple of some sort, and before me are three people kneeling before altars holding three candles. The first is a soft and gentle flame, responsibly lighting the room, and kneeling behind it is Halo, his hands clasped and his forehead bowed down upon them. The hilts of two ornate steel rapiers sit in their sheaths on his back, and he breathes softly as if deep in thought or meditation. To his right is the second candle, which at first I must wonder if it is even a candle at all. A simple blue light, it never seems to change or fluctuate at all.
So entranced by it I am that I do not have the chance to focus upon who it is kneeling behind the candle, and as soon as the thought occurs to me my vision is then forced beyond my control to the third candle and the one kneeling behind it. This candle burns the brightest of all, so fiercely in fact that I am suddenly overcome with the fear that it may snuff itself out in its attempts to be the best.
Behind it I see myself, kneeling as Halo was. I am wearing a torn bleu robe, with a leather falconry glove on my right hand and a collection of magical rings on my left. My right eye is gone, but my left sputters with some ethereal blue flame that falls almost like tears to the ground. The lack of eyes makes it very difficult for me to tell what I am feeling.

There is a deep rumbling, and a massive shadow falls over the entire area. Looking out past the pillars to the outside, I see that the shadow has fallen over whichever city we are in. Whatever casts it must be indescribably large. Then, in astonishment, the me that was kneeling looks up suddenly to the me that is seeing. The socket and the flame widen ever so slightly, and then I woke up.
I was completely buried in the ground, and struggled choking and screaming to the surface. I shouted and screamed to all of you, because I found to my horror that I was blind beyond my ability to repair. Besides that however was a deeper fear, one that I did not understand then and have yet to now. Whatever it is I did, if it was wrong, I pray that the Gods and all of you forgive me for it.

Zero

Penned by my hand on the 4th of Chronos, in the year 261 AF.