Letter of Resignation
Well, the idiots did it again. They broke a contract WITH A BLOODY GOD and tried to become gods themselves. Typical.
To be continued…
– Cid Tallbreeze, Automation Expert of Ghent
Gothos’s Introductions
It had been several years since the liberation that freed him from his shackles at the hands of the cruel masters and Gothos was relishing in the freedom that came with it. Guarding a caravan seemed a boring expedition for most, but to him it was freedom. He joked with his fellow guards, played his lyre for them at dinner, and helped defend the merchants from nature and monster alike. This was LIVING and life. He could feel Throm’s strength in his arms and his pride in his heart. There was also the hunger. Mormo’s ever impatient hunger. She had never pushed, for Gothos had always provided, but work outside of the fighting pits has made her more and more voracious. She would visit him in his dreams to whisper into his ear about what he must do for her, but he could resist the more grizzly requests as long as he provided her with the blood she craved.
When he became lost on the pathways, Mormo’s hunger was a dull roar in the back of his mind, but as long as he kept the blade out of his grasp, he could ignore it. He was more concerned that Throm would be disappointed for losing his wards. Luckily, he ran into a group who seemed to need his kind in their employ, which promised much along the lines of what he needed. Killing a vampire? That would be a feat!
– Orally passed onto Osho whom he asked to write it down because he cannot write himself