Sundas, 6th of HearFire 3E 419
Lantrius woke up in the middle of a forest, lying on his back confused. It was dark, stars and the two full moons dimly light the area, and only the sound of frogs, crickets, and a small stream were heard. He sat up feeling a burning and painful sensation on his left shoulder and abdomen. He cast a mage-light orb to get a better view of where he was.
How the hell did I know that? He thought and pushed it aside. More importantly, where am I? He looked at the two stinging areas on his body and found two deep, bloody, and oozing gashes. He painstakingly stood up and saw a small trail of blood leading to where he was.
He also heard a horse neigh nearby. It had a saddle already mounted it. Lantrius seemed to have lost all memory from when he saw the guards charging towards him. He still had his bow, sword, which is still covered in blood, and unfortunately his diary.
A yellow light emerged the distance and grew brighter along with the voices of what sounded like an angry mob. Lantrius kind of remembered what happened but still fuzzy. A lot of people died, fire flying everywhere, blood, and fleeing from the "city". Although he still doesn't know how he got the cuts.
He hopped onto the horse and rode away using the stars to find Windhelm. After escaping the search party the horse slowed down from a sprint, to a trot, and eventually a walk. Lantrius became sad. Not a crying sad or because of the pain, but a self-pity sadness.
Sad because of so much death, blood, once happy living people now dead all because of him and what Mannimarco forced him through. His curious interest of the Black Arts set the stage and being under the wing of an infamous necromancer, Mannimarco, was the catalyst of rushing things forward. Worst of all, his fear of killing and destruction became a satisfaction. A small lust for blood. An itch for combat. It has become something he hates and yet, loves at the same time.
Should he find a way to get rid of it or suck it up and not let it get it out of hand?