This chapter is based off the video blade and sorcery vr Oberyn Martell inspired 1 v 1
Log 4 Today the master will only give me a spear , apparently he saw some fighter from across the seas , he fought well , did some twirls . . . and then got his head crushed , now the master wishes to do the exact same thing with me . . . Well hopefully not the exact same thing . If this is the last entry , then I am probably dead , please , find my wife , laura , she is at Krackenlaw Point , in a small town called mirasmir , in the slums . Find her and tell her that I love her , that I tried to find my way back to her , that I wish I could be there with her , and that she must be strong without me . . . I . . . I cannot continue , hopefully , I will return to write log 5 soon .
Log 5 , Well . . . I am alive , so dear reader here is today's bloody tale , told by your old pal the baron , the first they sent I leaped to slicing away his arm and leg , tearing the marrow and bone and muscle apart , and stabbing him in the lung . The second blocked a stab , but I quickly stabbed him in the gut and neck , for the third I swept out his legs from beneath him and stabbed him in the back , hurling him into the crowd . Those accursed nobles loved that , except for the one I about crushed . The fourth shared the third's fate , the crowd was less . . . enthused this time . The fifth ducked a blow , and sliced into my stomach , luckily my boiled leather armor stopped the blow , I knocked her down with a blow to the head with the pommel , and stabbed her again and again and again , turning her into a red ruin of blood and broken bone and tissue and muscle and other assorted fluids . The seventh put up a brief fight , but I punctured his right lung with the spear , he died about 4 minutes later as his lungs filled with blood as he gurgled , begging for his mother . The eighth I stabbed through the mouth , dislocating his jaw and sending almost all of his teeth onto the ground , he lurched at me and threw up so much blood onto me , then almost fell onto me , he kept vomiting blood for 2 minutes before dying , the crowds were euphoric at this point , the ninth I knocked down and slit open his neck , he crawled to the other side of the arena , bleeding profusely , leaving a trail of gore , and died in the shade , a better fate then most . I cannot continue , my deeds make me sick , maybe . . . maybe tomorrow .
Log 6 , I have mustered my courage , and so I continue my tale of death , the tenth put up a fight , slicing into my armor , I broke his jaw with the pommel of the spear , and stabbed into the side of his neck . the eleventh , I stabbed straight in the spine , he lived but was paralyzed , as he such he was no use , and was put to death via lions , I can hear his screams right now , the twelfth I stabbed twice in the gut , he bled to death a few minutes later , the thirteenth I stabbed straight into his skull , revealing the brain . The fourteenth I stabbed into his nose , severing it and damaging his head , he died slowly , hours later , in agonizing pain . The fifteenth lived , as I only stabbed into his shoulder , number 16 died a simple fate , a stab to the back , number 17 lasted almost a full minute , he managed to slide we weapon away , but I retrieved it , and after a slash to his wrist , causing him to drop his weapon , I stabbed into his eye , puncturing his brain , he lived miraculously , but not all of him came back to the land of the living , and now he remains a shell of man , never speaking , and only eats , drinks , and sleeps , but ironically , he will probably outlive us all , as he will never fight again . I however . . . will . And so I prepare , to send more souls into the underworld , and to further corrupt . . . my own . Laura I pray to all the gods in the world that I will see you and our child again , and that emperor Kyros suffers in Hades for his actions .
