Penance

I received the names and locations of the relatives of Bane's victims today and set out to meet all of them and offer my service. Most looked upon me with disdain or threats, but a few did allow me entry and put me to the most terrible uses they could think of. I've never scrubbed so many things in my life, and I highly doubt that any of them were things meant to be clean from the amount of dirt built up on them.

But it made me feel better. I was glad to be doing something for the grieving families of the victims killed with my powers. I labored long and was filthy and exhausted when I finished, but I continued to house after house, doing my best to soothe the grief I had caused.

I found one of the younger sisters of a woman Bane had taken and told her I intended to rescue her, and she seemed unhappy at this. Never the less she agreed to follow me. I soon askedh er how to reach the ruling house and she told me the way, even agreeing to guide me there.

Near a river she attacked me, in vengeance I suppose, but I managed to defeat her, dodging her attacks and striking back only lightly until she flew into a rage and fell into the river after I had dodged her. I knew she would be able to get out and so I headed back to the village ot clean up before trying to contact my former captors.

I thought to travel back to Dragonshire and found that a surprise awaited me. After talking briefly with Willow I sensed a calling. It was R. THe same demon I had dealt with in my youth, who had been both enemy and friend and mother to a friend. Many were the times I had chatted with her daughter, who was my own age, until we both fell into our inncent slumber at her mothers feet.

And yet I had also fought R as soon as I had the power to do so, for she was evil after all. All that, I thought, came to an end during some bvusiness on Kirak that pitted her daughter against her and saw Wraith destroy R. Honestly though I was glad she had returned.

I decided not to strike her until she was healled, for she had only returned from the dead that very night. Instead I allowed her to feed from me and lay me down upon a pew on which I had carved my name as a young boy. The pleasure of hte feed was terribly inviting, but I still managed to escape it and defy her in some small way. Next time i may not be so lucky...

I managed to return to my tower and drink down the drugs that allow me to sleep. I havnt tried to rest without them, but I know what the result would be, though I still despise having to take medicine...