Description
Standing before you is a sickly, slender specimen of a giant lady with
pock-marked crimson skin. Standing crookedly, she appears to be suffering
the ill-effects of some contagious disease as her bloodshot eyes, sweating
brow, and hair falling out in patches would imply. Her bright red eyes stare
forth determinedly, locking upon you betraying an aura of hatred and
contempt for your good health and fortune. Carried in a tattered bag are
an assortment of jagged, splintered bludgeoning sticks and rusty cleavers
which carry dried blood as proof of the unspeakable acts of cruelty
she is looking to repeat upon another unfortunate soul.
Role
Further Musings as the Mind and Body Continue to Fail me...
Added Thu May 6 19:01:28 2004 at level 40:
My flesh continues to rot away from this disfiguring disease, and my brain
continues to erode. There are few moments of clarity left, as I often find myself
drenched in blood with no memory of what happened or who was slaughtered.
When I meditate within the Chasm, I am able to recollect some moments of my
life as I reflect on what I must accomplish. Once I leave the familiar surroundings
of the Chasm, a frothing sense of bloodlust overtakes me. The agony of my
wilting flesh drives me to continue on, as if pain is my only purpose for living
now.
I should warn people, I suppose. The guilt sometimes overtakes me when I
realize what I have done. But, guilt can be easily forgotten when I gain some
hint of pleasure from the emptiness. Those who fall before me are responsible
for their own fates. They left their safe lives knowing they may run into me some
day. They are to blame for my dear daughter being taken from me. They will
suffer as I have suffered.
My instincts continue to take over. I find myself rushing into certain suicide on
many occasions, against my remaining sanity. To die would be a release I
cannot abide. I continue to survive. My luck holds out, and I continue to
strengthen my conviction, even though my body and mind continues to
deteriorate. I have no doubt that my fury will overwhelm me and be my undoing,
but I will take as many of them as possible with me before I go down for my final
decay.
The Early Years Lost in Time...
Added Tue Mar 2 19:39:07 2004 at level 23:
After being washed upon the rocks beneath the docks of Hamsah Mu'tazz,
Ahndak Balgamak remembers little about her life before these last 10 years.
There was the youth spent within the great Volcano across the sea, and the ill-
fated boatride which took the life of her husband and child, and the subsequent
years spent begging on the city streets which ended with her contracting a
horribly disfiguring form of leprosy. Now, her thoughts dwell very little upon the
initial sorrows which she once lamented over. Now, she is focused on devoting
what little time remains in her decaying life to spreading the same misery upon
fools unworthy of life.