Loredas, 5th of Heart Fire 3E 419
Mannimarco has officially crossed the line and he has changed me. This morning he knocked me out by hitting me in the head with… something. I awoke to find myself in a medium sized circular pit and he watched me from above. "Your next step to becoming a master necromancer is to defend yourself from a trial of beasts. Survive and you might become a master!" he said to me with grin. I yelled at him saying that's bullshit, but he just laughed and pulled one of four levers. The first wave was a starved looking wolf. As the gate opened, it lunged out almost immediately ready to eat me. It pounced on top of me and I threw my arms to protect my face and neck. I managed to throw it off and stand back up. I looked around for a rock or something to protect myself, but all I found was dirt. There was nothing. So I resorted to magika and burned it alive.
"Next!" he yelled pulling the second lever. The next wave was two trolls. Oh gods. I started to doubt that I would survive. One closed in quickly, knocking me to my feet, and started to beat me violently. The first thing that went through my head was the Bosmer Huntress that was in the same situation. Suddenly, I felt stronger again. I managed to kick the troll beating me back with my right leg and timed a punch on the other that neared, for his chance to maul me, in his third top eye. It screamed in pain and fled back into the cage. I saw the first one nearing again and dodged to the left. I jumped on its back as it ran right past me. It started to spin violently then it dropped to its knees when I slowly twisted its neck back.
"And he survives the second wave! N~ext!" He yelled slightly louder than last time. Third wave was an ogre. It growled and slowly walked towards me. I stood there in fear unable to move. When the ogre got close enough it smacked me into the wall. It struck me again and I think I dislocated my arm when I landed on the ground after being airborne. "Come on! He's toying with you! Kill it!" screamed Mannimarco. I snapped my arm back in place as the ogre neared me slowly still. I summoned two nether liches. Somehow I summoned liches. This pain was so excruciating, I screamed with pain, but it gave me rage and anger. I became ruthless. A different person. I walked towards the ogre. It swung its giant fist and missed. I charged electricity through my arms and hands and shoved the beast. It flew backwards into the wall, roaring with pain I can't even imagine, and the entire body shook, twitched, and jerked as if it were having a seizure. It fell to the floor with a giant thud.
A giant crack remained from where the ogre hit the wall. "Well done! What an extraordinary execution. Let's see what you'll surprise with me next…" The final and fourth "wave". That was ultimatly the worst one. The wall with a crack in it started to lower into the ground. Within the small revealed chamber cowered Alva Maiden-Loom. She had this terrified and confused look on her face. Similar to the mage I had killed. I stood there staring at her and she pleaded for me begging to not kill her. I heard another troll roar. I turned towards its direction ready to make the kill. I slightly stepped to the right just as it tried to tackle me and I snatched Its arm. Throwing and pinning it to the ground. I pressed really hard on his back and tugged on its arm, feeling its spine break beneath my foot. Again I hear more howling with great pain. It sounded almost as painful as the ogre's. I tugged on its arm with brute force and heard a tearing noise. It was the troll's arm. It soared into the air and blood flew everywhere. It got all over my face, robes, and the wall. I stood there looking at the slightly sprawled body while a pool of troll's blood formed at the torn arm socket. "Whoa! Look at you! You monster!" Now finish the woman. Do It!"...I don't need to explain the rest.
This diary, journal, or whatever it may be called is now my past. Which is always meant for it to be like that right? AN writing down all that happened with my time being a necromancer helps me cope with the turn of events that happen. These pages are almost filled up and now I'm running away as a ruthless murdering monster. I don't know where I'll end up. Probably dead but, I am strong. I can survive the almost impossible.
To whom ever finished reading this journal, necromancy is dark and cruel. Never succumb to its alluring mysteries and practices.