Blood stained diary

Sire on other business, this note was found on the mutilated body of what we can barely identify as a known bandit thought to be opperating on the outskirts of Tesso. I beg your attention for within ramblings of a clearly disturbed young girl contain some interesting insights into the movements of certain undesierables. I shall leave its importance for you to decipher my lord...


"Bandits in the land grow thicker and thicker. I took Bandits for nothing more than troublesome, wretched, mud-puppets. Big ugly toys to play with... they break! I would always giggle and shout with joy everytime I found a new 'toy' to play with. Their no fun though... they break too easily. Or run. I hate it when they run!

However...

I hear lots of news about Bandits from my comrades in Clan Fearghal. The Highwaymen for example, rob money and other material possessions. I remember two I saw in the Cimmerian Mountains one time. They call me 'Crazy Lady'. Thats not my name! Sillys! Its Sarai!

... *unreadable scribbles*


... They mocked me...

If only I were a little stronger. If only my weapons had devoured more souls; I would have shown them the reasn why they should regret ever being alive! Set, would give more mercy. But I do not believe in gods! However, even my more jolly side had given their nerves a taste of fear...

... *more unreadable scribbles*

Fear tastes like chicken!

Personally I do not see the point in these material possessions; money, for one... its worthless to me now that I am complete! Worthless, material, pennies that go 'sparkle sparkle' when I dip them in water, or when I turn hem to reflect the sun.

I'll admit it makes me giggle!

I like it!

But I would not kill for these little amusements...

I do that for fun!

However..

These Bandits have began to grow in strength...Like a drop of blood in the water, the thick crimson liquid spreads like a cloud over the rest... A drip alone, and the bloods power thins out and dies!

However..

When more is applied.. The water will be consumed by this dark fluid...

These Bandits have been now been seen working together! My personal, and, "unknown" retiune of watchers have seen this! They've told me all! Bandits pillaging in force and numbers... the two things these groups of scum were missing one of. Force, or numbers.

Clans now rise up to fight agaisnt these, Bandits.

Some in defense, others in a more heroic nature... Myself?

Fun! I am bound to Clan Fearghal. They do not take my fun away! The morals and laws created by others deny me my happiness! As Sarai of Clan Fearghal I will go with my kin; for them, and for my happiness! People see my happiness as .. twisted. My happiness is mine alone! No one will take my happiness away from me!

But I will go to fight whatever they fight. They would all say they would die too... I have no intention of dying yet. I've got my whole life ahead of me! A life to be happy in!

I have often told of how, I enjoy the look of the raven. A gorgeous bird... jet black with beaming red eyes...

It dosn't sound anything like the other birds!

It is more dominant!

I aspire to be like the Raven.

Many bold men shiver in fear when they hear the call of the Raven! When they see the Raven! They think it means their death will come... an omen? Corpses have been pecked by the touch of the raven as they rot over time. Peck peck peck. Peck peck peck.

A note, to all bandits, should you read this:

Should you hear the call of THIS Raven... watch as I spread my wings and show you how to dance with death!

- Sarai: The Raven of Death "