Lost Journal In The Warp
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Lost Journal In The Warp | ||
Implemented | No | |
ID | TBC | |
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Value | xx Septims | |
Weight | x.00 |
Amidst all the chaos a journal floats still in mid-air. It seemingly being untouched by the lick of flame, nor the permeating corrosive fog.
Judgement is imminent. The loud clanking and clashing of metal shrieks through the air, like thunder would be heard from a storm. More frequent by the second. Louder and louder, until the sound dissipates entirely. The soldiers waver; our last line of defense. The last minutes of their life passed in deadly silence, clinging onto the shreds of hope that still remain within their heart.
The clear sky darkens, the fog and smoke bellow out in front. The smell, unmistakably of burned flesh. The men form up, the time has seemingly come. Shadows form and penetrate through the fog. The visage is all and all in one. The men burning in green flames, the valiant defenders in their final moments, the cowards that flee in terror, the betrayers who cut themselves down, the maniacal, the psychotic, cannibals, insane. All in one, one in all, one is all. He was here, he is here, the men are preparing, I am them, I killed, I ate, I saw, defense breaks, hope is lost, we are preparing. All ends in one, all ends in cinders, all ends in reflection, on us on him. His eyes unmoving, eyes unforgiving, he achieved, he has begun. These words I have written, I have not written.