Leavin’ the clutches of the Dread Cult behind, I’ve wandered far and wide, seekin’ revenge and a semblance of peace. My path’s led me to encounters both vile and delectable, each one sharpenin’ the edge of my blade and my hunger for sin. But nothin’ compares to the desire burnin’ deep inside, yearnin’ for the touch of my own flesh, my dear Q’rek. She’s the light guidin’ me through the darkness, the reason I march on, no matter the cost.
There’s been a few noteworthy faces along the way, some worth the effort, others not. One particular wench, a skittish little rabbit, caught my eye. Her fear was arousin’, her body temptin’. I took what I wanted, left her quiverin’ in my wake. That’s the way of things now, and I relish every moment of it.
The road ahead may be uncertain, but one thing’s clear: I’ll find my sister, and together, we’ll claim our rightful place atop the heap of vermin that call themselves rulers. The stench of their blood will fill the air, and the world will tremble at the name of T’mir Ash-Maker.
>Soulkyn