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The Slayer's Fellowship
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Baergon's Log: Date unknown
This hunt had been going on far too long. In truth, I've lost count how many days, how many weeks it's been. Months, perhaps. I'd finally tracked the demon to a cave, far to the North, deep in the unforgiving wastelands of the wilderness. I lost the trail countless times, but I couldn't give up and let the beast continue to murder and devour innocents.
I always found it again. Footsteps, claw marks against a tree, or the half-eaten carcass of another person or creature. It never got too far away. The demon knew it was the end, which is why it found it's way to the cave. A final stand, for both of us. It was almost poetic.
I had already maimed the demon during our first encounter - slicing it's wing, preventing flight. It had to run like all prey. This time it was ready for me. Sat on it's haunches as I approached, it recognised the silvthril blade that had cut it all that time ago.
It's voice was a savage snarl, I could barely understand the common words he spoke. I don't remember it all, just what seemed important. "There will be others," "this is not the end,". It haunts me still. The fight was long, and tiring. Even with it's wounds, it was quicker than me. But I was smarter, and it gave me the edge. It was predictable, and I was able to guess each move, able to defend myself. In the end, I pierced it's chest with the full length of my greatsword. Screeching, it disappeared into a burst of ash, banished to Infernus. Or so I hope.
I can only return home now, and rebuild. Try and bring back the Fellowship, see what I can do.
Home.
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