It's the year 1437, I was involved in a raid on a nearby human camp. In that raid I killed two unarmed fighters and my wife killed two other priest when they were resting.
It has been two days and I'm still very troubled. I am damned and have to walk this with shame. My wife Eleanor seems not to share this guilt as she claims that they provoked the attack when they tried to invade our Elven Moon City of Silvery Light. She told me to get a grip because as an Elf, it was our duty to protect our forest and kill those who defiles it.
I tried reasoning with her and she ended it with the edge of her sword through the palm of my hand. I lost a lot of blood but with the help of the elven priest at the temple, he managed to heal my wounds. I now know what must be done. I must kill my beautiful but bloodlust wife to redeem apart of my soul.
How am I supposed to kill my own wife, am I crazy to think th..."wait..Ma! I'm writing the memoir about my character on War of the Old Republic! OKAY I'm coming down now, geez..."
"Hey Silvrin, I gtg, mom's bugging for dinner and forcing me to go to the mall. Will talk to you later when I get back and we'll go on a dungeon raid alright!"
*Black Bull Logged Off*
Lame.
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