Return of the Hydra: prologue

Matundes visions

It is unsettling to have to kill your own kind…
but what needs to be done, needs to be done… and after all, they started it… kind of.

I noticed that Ragnar fellow going through those black barbarians with something I can only describe as glee… damn Kernian bastard. I only have to close my eyes to imagine him skewered on my spear, apple in his mouth, carrot in his rear end, roasting in his armor above a sizzling fire… but he sure knows how to handle his sword and shield.

You don’t have to take a very close look to see what a strangely composed party we are : a fat wizard with some cooking skill (still have to get back at him for poisoning me, but even my spear would break if I tried to roast him), a megalomaniac dwarf who thinks he’s human, an old lady who asks questions, but gives away nothing and of course the lovely Kallithea (sure whish I could skewer that one on my spear)… strange how things go…

I wonder what the future will bring us… Last night I had a dream about a burning temple near a swamp and a forest, I don’t know if this means something, but it left a fearful aftertaste…

Lets see if I can get a bite before we try to track further on this unforboding island…
and that asswipe Ragnar can better hold his tongue, no bitch is calling me a nigger… damn ugly bastards, all of them…

Comments

Hmmm, de achterdocht tegen dat oud vrouwtje blijft. Misschien moet ook zij eens een dagboekfragment schrijven?

Matundes visions
WtheWizard

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