From Ignatius's journal
Damn these New Corsican prisoners! Will their tongues never cease wagging?
The Legionnaires are having a go at them with their slings. Two score times I watched stone meet bone. I smiled as the light faded from Rahat's eyes, only to have her craw...
An End to the Debate Page From Ignatius's journal - on New World Guide Database of Lore
Damn these New Corsican prisoners! Will their tongues never cease wagging?
The Legionnaires are having a go at them with their slings. Two score times I watched stone meet bone. I smiled as the light faded from Rahat's eyes, only to have her crawl her way back from the dead. It is not I but rather the gift of this land that is cruel. She began to speak again of my cowardice and barbarism.
Upon hearing her insults, I loomed over the pit like the shadow of Hades. I rolled a cask of my "immoral" concoction over the edge, setting it ablaze with my torch.
The proceeding moments of tortured screams and crackling flesh were a small price to pay for a peaceful night’s sleep.
