I do not think he ever knew what happened! He didn't even see me, and that's how I was able to take his head off with my spade. The vampire I killed was just a whelp who I caught unawares while he was feeding on the chickens. The awful truth is that I have not earned the town's accolades. You will not understand why I am leaving, which is why I have left in the night, this letter being my only explanation. If I do not return, I pray to Avacyn that this book finds its way back home.įather, if you are reading this, I am sorry for failing you. For I have little doubt that this is my final sortie. So this book, once a place I went to for enlightenment, now becomes a place that will hopefully enlighten others. The curse of mistrust is flourishing, however. Whether this place is cursed as its inhabitants believe remains to be seen.
#Masters of blade magic a swordmage handbook windows#
After a long journey, and a short battle with a band of brigands, I arrived this night to the shuttering of windows and closing of doors. He has given me the name of a village: Hanweir. I cannot let him down-is it heresy to say that I fear his disappointment more than Avacyn's? I haven't the heart to tell him that each of these quests has proven to be near fatal. My father has sent me on a mission for yet another of the weapons. Now that its prayers have somehow faded from its pages, I cannot help but think that it is a sign that Avacyn has forsaken me. This book was once a place of solace for me. I have no reason to remain here in Gavony. But now my hands are forever stained, so I have decided to turn them over to Avacyn.įor these reasons, and many more, I beseech you to admit me to your humble order. Beheading is the only way to keep someone from turning, and there was no way to be sure whether he had been bitten or not. I knew it was the right thing to do, I knew it was what Pitre would have wanted.
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