Jason Andresen (order #1578489) - Jump page for Jubei
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117 <br />
Iron Lich<br />
I know not who will find this, if anyone will. Perhaps I should not speak and let the families<br />
cherish their illusions <strong>for</strong> the dead and dying here. My legs are trapped under a fallen wall and I<br />
am fading in and out from the pain. The bones are shattered. I can taste blood on my lips, mingled<br />
with the accursed rain. Breathing is hard. Don’t think I can last much longer, but I have to bear<br />
witness to the horror I have seen.<br />
My name is unimportant, but let it be known that Draime’s Raiders fought well and bravely. We<br />
ran afoul of a Khadoran b<strong>order</strong> patrol. They weren’t supposed to be anywhere near here. I t was a bloodbath.<br />
The fallen of both companies were littered across the road, and we were <strong>for</strong>ced to take cover and dig<br />
in <strong>for</strong> the night. That ’s when the nightmare truly began.<br />
I was huddled in a pit half-filled with mud and rainwater, damn cloak completely soaked. Beating<br />
my limbs barely provided any heat…too sodding cold. I was watching my breath on the night air and<br />
cursing my luck when I suddenly heard the rasping clank of grating metal. I wish I hadn’t, <strong>for</strong><br />
when I peered over the edge of the trench, I saw an image that will remain etched in my brain as I<br />
draw my last breath.<br />
At first I thought it an armored madman, so much did the rain obscure my sight ; a heavily armored<br />
figure stooped low over a fallen Khadoran in a muddied puddle. I t held some type of odd-looking<br />
lantern aloft. The Khadoran’s arm reached out weakly <strong>for</strong> the figure, as if beckoning <strong>for</strong> aid, but the<br />
armored one raised a heavy staff and jammed it into the face of the dying man. A baleful green light<br />
then manifested within the lantern. I knew not what to make of it, but then it faced our position, a<br />
rictus grin and twin points of hellish green fire upon its grisly visage, atop a body constructed of black<br />
iron. I t was looking at me! My doom was in that gaze.<br />
I scrambled out of the trench and ran as it approached. Then, the screaming began. My blood was as<br />
ice when the first howl of agony rent the air, a terrible and unholy cry. I ’ve heard men beg, heard<br />
them shriek as their lives were extinguished in hails of fire and lead, but no agonies I know of should<br />
be able to draw such a cry from a man. I could feel the heat, see the flames dance on the stones of the<br />
walls nearby, feel the crackle of unnatural energy in the air. Those moments were an eternity. I did<br />
not even notice as a sundered wall came crashing down on top of me.<br />
Lying there, I could do nothing but watch the surreal sight of that thing stalking amid the broken<br />
and burned bodies of my friends and enemies, flames guttering in pools on the mud. I could not help<br />
but think the glow of its cage beautiful, so filled it was now with the lights—the souls!—it had taken<br />
from those it had killed.<br />
Growing weaker now…how long have I lain here? Why was I left alive? Can barely write. If<br />
I had any faith left in me, I would pray to Morrow…but I fear I am Thamar’s now.<br />
—Transcribed from a journal found on an unidentifiable mercenary officer of Draime’s Raiders<br />
<strong>Jason</strong> <strong>Andresen</strong> (<strong>order</strong> <strong>#1578489</strong>) 9