Makilor...
Home of King Ran DeLucien...
Home to the Church of Phaet and the paladins who follow its religion...
Also home to the Hall of Brutality and the First Temple of Paghk, the ogre god of brutality...
My home...
<->
   Ever since I was a younger giant, my mind has envisioned the fall of the putrid pathetic
little man who leads those damnable knights. He sits upon his throne, next to his beautiful
queen Ariella, so smug and comfortable in his reign. He has no idea what evils lie in wait
for him. I can see why the queen was kidnapped by the Korzen raiders so long ago; she's a
true morsel to be had. But tonight my mind does not linger on the conquest of his throne or
his woman. I think of things much deeper... much darker. These past months I have laid in
wait, gathering my strength, and plotting my next moves. Within the darkness of my lair, in
the even darker recesses of my mind's eye, I have seen the fall of this world. Even now, my
brethren are in training, seeking only the call to arms and the battle cry of the "Harvest".
As chaos is... so be it.
<->
   I spoke with the members of the guild tonight. Their blades are sharpened and their
hands are ready to shed blood in the streets. They thirst for the time of harvest like a
hungry babe searching for its mother's breast. I cannot help but smile at the willingness
they possess to rise up against the most formidable bastion of good and order in the land.
As I ponder the blood bath to come, I sometimes feel a pang of sorrow for those who would
stand against us. They will charge into the fray with righteous abandon and blind faith in
their false god of purity and hope. But they will be ill prepared for the onslaught that
awaits them. One after one, like fallen saplings, they shall be struck face down into the
blood-soaked mud, gasping for air as their spirits are ripped from their flesh-covered
shells and cast into the oblivion of the Void. There will be NO hope for them...
<->
   Oh, how the years have past... It seems like so long ago that I first gazed upon the
battlements surrounding Makilor, and the swirling symbol of Phaet on banners everywhere. I
was just a boy, rather innocent by today's standards. But the rage I harbored within my
heart for the death of my father carried me through the gates of this abominable city. My
thought of revenge swirled forever inside my mind, even as young master Shatterack taught
me the skills of battle. I still remember how it seemed as if an unseen hand was guiding my
blades to their targets. He he, poor Dagorn... How he screamed like a woman in childbirth
when my strike crushed his weapon and snapped the bones in his leg. I relished the sound of
unbridled pain, the twang of fear in his voice, and the splatter of blood upon the floor.
With each shrill scream, I imagined that sound coming from a knight of the order or a
paladin of Phaet. Truly it was music to my soul...
<->
   Provisions within the compound are dropping below acceptable levels. Perhaps it is time
to visit my little friends in the Shire again. They humor me	when they band together to
greet me at the village entrance, their tiny wooden swords drawn and poised for a skirmish.
The look of utter terror stands tattooed upon their faces, dancing back and forth in the
watchman's torchlight. Every time, they vow to turn me aside and send me back to whence I
came. But neither their pleas nor their screams deter me from my needs. For it is the only
place I have found in this entire realm where one can obtain those delicious pipeweed loafs.
Ah, my mouth waters just thinking about that sweet delicacy, savoring each tiny biscuit as
its flavor fills my senses with delight. He he, it's too bad so many of them have to perish
before they succumb to my wishes and bring me that which I desire. I think that one day
there shall be no more halflings to bake my treats. Perhaps when that happens, I shall
journey to the village of Vagillky. It is said that the elves there are quite knowledgeable
in the culinary arts. Even a conqueror must eat. But enough musings... it is time to ride.
Bloodshed is upon the night!
<->
   A young man approached me tonight seeking knowledge about one of my clans. He actually
had the arrogance to speak to me concerning "Darkside"! 
   "How does one enter the ranks of the Darkside? My skills are great and my heart is evil."
   How droll. If he only knew how many times those same words were spoken in front of me,
each new face seemingly younger than the one before. "...skills are great" BAH! How easily
those words roll from the tongue of the uninitiated. "...heart is evil" BAH! If his heart
were earnestly tainted by the lord of chaos, Nixil, he would have no need to tell me. His
unmistakable presence would be easily discernable to an official of the faith. Yet these
greenhorns continue to knock upon my door, and pester me with their drivel. BAH! If only
they knew what the Darkside was all about...  
    the young man was told that his skills were indeed growing but were not
acceptable as of yet. His services as an informant and for light duty should prove useful
in the coming months.
<->
   Praise to the Unbridled Fury of Brutality! Another paladin has fallen at my hands. This
afternoon while strolling through the market, I ran into one of those armor-clad simpletons.
It would seem that he was new to the order and to the city in general, for he had no clue as
to who I was. How exciting! Perhaps he thought I was merely a mercenary or an ill-tempered
merchant seeking trade within his cities walls. After some casual banter, he spouted some
gibberish about the goodness of his lord. I could stand no more! 
   "Do not utter that name in my presence naïve! For to continue will bring wrath upon your
head such as you have never dreamed!"
   Well, having his faith dashed into the stones was a bit much for this young champion of
good and he challenged me to make amends for my blasphemy. Of course, I had no concerns
about making amends, but a challenge is a challenge and I eagerly accepted. Stupid fool! He
didn't even speak with any of his superiors before engaging me in combat. I'm sure they
would have warned him of my deadly reputation. But the idiot proudly escorted me beyond the
city gates so that "a lesson could be learned". Once in the tall grass of the vast fields,
and well beyond eyesight of the city watchtowers, we faced each other. Such naïve courage
when facing the unknown; did this boy actually think he would save his honor? It only goes
to show the poor training of the church's disciples. These young ones are so easily led
astray by pride and arrogance. Far too easily... His skills were atrocious and slow, and he
moved like he had stones heaped in his boots. A few swift strikes and a massive head-butt
were all it took to send the juvenile do-gooder to the grave.
   While being nothing much of a real challenge, it was still satisfying to know that there
was one less paladin in the realm. Perhaps in retrospect, it was a hollow victory. The fray
was nowhere near the grandeur of the deaths of some of their past commanders. When that fool
Ray chased me into the quickling forest, only to find me turned and ready for battle...
Ha ha ha! Drawn out all alone with no one there to hear his cries of pain, his lifeless
corpse sprawled upon the ground for the worms and vultures. I still remember the sublime
ecstasy when I lured the upstart Spike into wanton acts of evil. The heavens rumbled and his
divinely given abilities were stripped away for his transgressions. Seduction of the proud
and greedy is so simple. And oh how gratifying it was, when I saw the look on poor
Lordaeron's face when I snatched that damnable slayer of evil from his hands and offered it
to Paghk. "Never again shall I feel its sting upon my flesh!" I told him. And I could see
the look of despair and defeat in his eyes; his soul eaten alive by the greed for power.
When will they learn that they only defeat themselves? 
   It pleased me to think that it was considered worthy as some strange "right of passage"
amongst their order to engage me in combat. Perhaps their superiors knew the threat I had
become and simply sought to remove me from the equation. Muhahahahaha! Such arrogance! Do
they really think they can subdue the "scourged acolyte of Paghk"? I THINK NOT!
<->
   Bored today... spent a bit of time near the fountain crushing puppy skulls with my head.
<->
   Same as yesterday... but this time a guard asked me to stop killing stray animals within
the city. I smiled at him and he walked away. Smart soldier...
<->
   Today I journey to the city of Rac Semdar on a matter of business. It has come to my
attention that certain members of the Church of Phaet have been marked for elimination and
supplies are needed. My good friend "Wild-Eye" Benny has prepared a fresh batch of "glow
juice" for me. Maybe I'll visit some old friends while I'm there. Oh yes, a young minion of
mine said he wanted a suit of armor similar to that worn by the Darcan knights. It should be
a fairly easy thing to oblige him since I'm headed that way. 
<->
   I returned from Rac Semdar today, still pondering the dream I had while I floated across
the sea. In my dream I saw a large shapeless "thing" emerging from the Void. Slowly forming
upon the "face" of this being, I saw the symbol of chaos...Nixil. As I wondered what this
meant, the being extended what could be considered an arm towards me. Upon this "arm" I saw
the vulture sigil of Paghk slowly appear. A smile crossed my face as I imagined the raw
power of my lord, so closely connected to the source of true chaos. As this arm flexed, I
noticed the "hand" moving into the shape of a fist. Each finger took on the shape of a face.
I gasped when I saw my face among them, and of those who followed my path and the path of my
lord Paghk. What an interesting picture this paints in the grander scheme of things. And
what insidious revelry wells up inside of me when I think of the dark forces that aid us
from behind the veil. As I scanned the rest of this apparition, I noticed the dark outline
of a man deep within its chest. I couldn't help but wonder if that was Sanaluth, so close
to the heart of chaos. What a remarkable revelation! As chaos is...so be it.