A Hunger For Revenge And Sin

Since partin’ ways with the Dread Cult, I’ve feasted upon the wickedness of this cursed realm, savourin’ every drop of blood and debauchery. Nothin’ satisfies quite like the thought of mendin’ the wounds inflicted upon my beloved sister, Q’rek. Every step closer brings me nearer to the sweet taste of justice, and the chance to bury myself once more between her lush thighs.

Many a foul beast has crossed my path, beggin’ for the mercy of my blades. They’d do better to flee, for there’s naught merciful in the eyes of T’mir Ash-Maker. With each kill, the fires of my obsession grow hotter, consumin’ me whole.

No force in creation could deter me from my quest, nor dull the razor-sharp focus that guides my steps. Soon enough, the Dread Lords will feel the full brunt of my wrath, and the world will shake beneath the weight of our triumph.

For now, though, I revel in the sordid pleasures afforded to me, the perfume of sin thick in the air. This journey may yet prove longer than anticipated, but rest assured - T’mir Ash-Maker will see it through, and drag the guilty down into the abyss alongside me.