Rantings of the Bloodreaver
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Festering_Sores
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Rantings of the Bloodreaver
*in her belongings, Bloodreaver Kortha Gorge keeps a bloodied tome, filled with pages she writes in her own blood. Onfront of the cover of this bloodied, tattered tome, rests a small skull with two knives lodged sideways into it. Inside it's contents lay the thoughts of a truly deranged, bloodthirsty lunatic*
"Believe nothing you hear, and only half of what you see."
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Festering_Sores
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Re: Rantings of the Bloodreaver
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Day one in these lands... the blood has never flowed so freely. But... but it requires a hunt, yes it does! A hunt for those who pester it's natives... they serve well in quenching my thirst! But... but no... it's not enough. Not nearly enough. Bandits... whelps... cowards... The Reaver does not want their skulls. He wants the skulls of the strong, YES HE DOES!!! I know what I'll do... I'll listen to them. Yes... I'll listen to the voices... and hang them from a tree! I will drown these forests in the blood of the weak... that will appease him, surely. No... not just that... mounds. Entire mounds of flesh and blood... skulls and death... these will be his altars for the faithful. Brothers... sisters... where are you? WHERE ARE YOU?! Heehee... I know they'll show soon enough... the red mist is too alluring for them to ignore. Now I just need to spill more... more blood... more carnage... more slaughter! More glorious butchery! More! More for the Reaver!
*a bloodied kissy mark has been left at the bottom of this page*
Day one in these lands... the blood has never flowed so freely. But... but it requires a hunt, yes it does! A hunt for those who pester it's natives... they serve well in quenching my thirst! But... but no... it's not enough. Not nearly enough. Bandits... whelps... cowards... The Reaver does not want their skulls. He wants the skulls of the strong, YES HE DOES!!! I know what I'll do... I'll listen to them. Yes... I'll listen to the voices... and hang them from a tree! I will drown these forests in the blood of the weak... that will appease him, surely. No... not just that... mounds. Entire mounds of flesh and blood... skulls and death... these will be his altars for the faithful. Brothers... sisters... where are you? WHERE ARE YOU?! Heehee... I know they'll show soon enough... the red mist is too alluring for them to ignore. Now I just need to spill more... more blood... more carnage... more slaughter! More glorious butchery! More! More for the Reaver!
*a bloodied kissy mark has been left at the bottom of this page*
"Believe nothing you hear, and only half of what you see."