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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Eliezra Baldwin's File
« on: September 23, 2021, 06:26:34 am »
I was feeling much better today so went for a longer outing on the streets and outskirts of Conch. The slums do not have a monopoly on suffering, I found, though naturally we have it much worse in most respects. I sent a message out for a mentor. Ostian insisted I make it as cryptic as possible. That seems rather pointless but I followed his advice for now.
More importantly I won my first real victory. Last time I ventured out from our camp I was grievously wounded by a mutant which was seemingly the priest of some chiropteran god. The first time we crossed paths he ambushed me from the shadows, which were too murky for my still blurry eyesight to penetrate. He wielded two blades and I had not been trained against such an opponent. He took fiendish glee in the injuries he inflicted upon me. I could not even hold my ground, let alone strike him back. Only by the Broken God's mercy did I escape that time.
But this time was different. I had scraped together enough money to improve my equipment somewhat. My keen eyesight has returned and I instantly spotted the villain hiding in a corner and charged him. I found my reactions had now recovered enough not only to parry his attacks but to counterattack. He fell to my blade and I could tell by the fear in his eyes as he died that he did not find the experience of feeling pain as joyous as that of inflicting it.
More importantly I won my first real victory. Last time I ventured out from our camp I was grievously wounded by a mutant which was seemingly the priest of some chiropteran god. The first time we crossed paths he ambushed me from the shadows, which were too murky for my still blurry eyesight to penetrate. He wielded two blades and I had not been trained against such an opponent. He took fiendish glee in the injuries he inflicted upon me. I could not even hold my ground, let alone strike him back. Only by the Broken God's mercy did I escape that time.
But this time was different. I had scraped together enough money to improve my equipment somewhat. My keen eyesight has returned and I instantly spotted the villain hiding in a corner and charged him. I found my reactions had now recovered enough not only to parry his attacks but to counterattack. He fell to my blade and I could tell by the fear in his eyes as he died that he did not find the experience of feeling pain as joyous as that of inflicting it.