The Scout's Report

Survivalist Riches, They give chase. Barely escaped. Your visions of ships and dark riders prove wise. Armor-clad warriors infest these lands for some dread purpose at the behest of some Lord Commander. These ‘Varangians’ are brutality incarnate. I was captured and tortured. Their methods were... dear God... The hulking fiend named Sir Rulav was worst of all. His laughter will haunt me like a wraith. The violence to my flesh tore a hole in my soul. I feel all that is me spilling out an ounce at a time. It will not be long before I join the Lost. I tried to speak familiar names, and all I heard were moans... If indeed my fate is to enter the damnation of purgatory, I hope some figment of my life in your service echoes in my cold mind and heart. Semper Servus, Scout Desdemona