Madness

Mornenion, as he began to enter consciousness, felt a sharp pain in his head. He shot up, looking about panicked for a moment. He thought the dream was repeating itself. The dream. Again, the image of how the dream started flashed through Mornenion's mind.

Mornenion, as he remembered the rest of the vivid dream, began to look angrier and angrier.

The screaming in my head, it won't stop. I needed to get out of there, I am going mad. What am I doing... I must stop myself for her sake, I must. I must. 

Why do I even write here, They're reading my thoughts. They're reading my very thoughts.

I whet my appetite for blood, Washed my hands ritually before I went to see my love. She cannot suffer the weight of all that I am. I see it in her eyes. Her little face contorted with fear, the fear of being hurt. Of losing me. I cannot suffer the weight of it. 

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OOC: This piece will be split up into parts, as I, as the author, believe that keeping such a set of information to take in and IC knowledge to learn about certain characters and events should be arrayed across different parts, in order to retain an easier form of reading, and hopefully interest.

The Finding Of Fhlynn

By a True Father

Chapter Two - A memory best kept silent

The Finding of Fhlynn

By A true father.

Chapter One - Death and a true family?

Chapter Five: The Flames of Memory

It had been many years, since Garmorn had felt like this - So shocked, so powerless in the face of events. His younger brother, with emphasis on "younger", had the strength and willpower to offend him, so deeply that he might wonder if this had been some form of curse from Mahal, or a dream - A memory of the past, of his previous pain, and of the dark torture that took place nigh thirteen years ago, relative to the time that this tale is noting.

Chapter Four: On Graves

Laughter, is indeed a strangeness in itself, and oddity we can not truly contemplate. At times, laughter is a sign of happiness, and joy, at others - It is to respond, precipitate, to a joke, a crudeness of sorts, then at other times it is a thing that appears when once is strongly influenced by his mug at a tavern.

Chapter Three: On laughing

And so, Harkmorn's bodyguard unit, as one, were mentioned. Their size, larger than Harkmorn's, their weaponry, far superior when noted that Harkmorn was prohibited from carrying any form of harmful object - be it a pen, or an axe, and their mentality, greater... For Harkmorn's past "wisdom" had been lost to his insanity, as noted in previous writings.