The power of the light knows no bounds... but my weary frame is battered from trials that I undertake. May the light be with me, this excursion to the north weighs heavily upon my heart. Nightmares have gripped me from time to time, may the Light's grace save my mind from the horrors I have witnessed here. One of my men, wise for his youth, suggested that I put pen to paper and record some of my thoughts.
So I shall. Perhaps this can be a catharsis, and purge my mind of darker thoughts. Fear is the enemy here; not only of failure, or of falling in battle; no, the terrible fear is that should we fail, I might be compelled to strike at my former allies. I might raise my blade, in thrall to the terrible evil of the Lich King, my will no longer my own.
As I well know, inaction is no alternative. No, the line must be drawn here. Perhaps recording some of my thoughts will permit me to focus on the battles ahead.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
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