Fipnoc's Travel Guide Volume 3  

 

May this magic take my words quickly for I can already feel the have of forgetfulness descending. There are questions that plague my mind, questions I ask again and again as my mind is purged of memory.

Why is my mind fit for thought but empty of experience? What are these emotions that constantly coil in my heart, making me lash out and destroy my own creations? What past could make me hate so?

The Shissar must die. The Vah Shir must pay. So say my bones.

This world and the next are mine. So whispers my blood.

My power is absolute. So screams my hate.

But why? What purpose? What reason? What ...