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Edit: This is like a cake, and is therefore a lie. Updating this with something differnt and bettar. Will post LATAR. Chapter 8: Punishing the Wicked: Who needs a cleric? We trudged through the swamp to the northwest, avoiding the road. It took us all day but we managed to avoid any ambushes, Baraxs' men may have set for us by going that way. The group followed me only because Reardin was following me. He only followed me because I'd had to tell him who I really am. The suspicion in his eyes was unmistakable; he knew the stories, the myths, and legends. If we'd had a friendship, those were the knives that cut it. We made camp just out side

Edit: This is like a cake, and is therefore a lie. Updating this with something differnt and bettar. Will post LATAR. Chapter 1: The World is Cruel The world is cruel place and I have seen its darkest depths. My years have been full of pain and suffering, and doing what had to be done to survive. The measures of happiness I've ever found to exist turn to ash in my hands as I've only just begun to relish them. Yet here I find myself again, attempting to set up relationships; again making the regrettable error that countless humans make everyday. I started this life a farm boy at the base of the Barrier Peaks, south of Ironholme. Then I turn