Bah, this town deserves to rot, and die. The need for plague to cast away the weak is never been stronger. After all ,death comes for us all, my lord Yurtrus taught me that much. I Joined the clan bloodeye, something tells me it is a small group, not anything to worth note.

*the notes are barely legible, like his hand is constantly shivering*

Shudder at the memory, shudder at the madness, shudder at the fear, the demon I was, is no more, but the servant of the Rotting one is gone,,,I am a mere shell...filled with the Chaos I diseased my self with...*the writing ends trying to stop his hand from ripiing the page out*

the pain, the horror, the rage...My mind is corrupt, no longer still, I must...hold on.