User blog:Ziharku/Log 5: Encounter

I awoke in a bed today. Soft, warm, comfortable. This feeling is one I haven’t felt in quite some time, having cut myself off from the city. With my blackouts, I fear for the safety of others, thus my tendency for camping Rolanberry. A woman makes something at the stove……or is it…yes just boiling water. Boiling…….have I always been so warm? I feel nearly as though I’ll boil out of my skin, writhing in this confinement of sheets. She walks over a fresh rag in hand to sooth.

How many days have I been here? Not blackouts now, just long periods of sleep. Tormented by nightmares, I try to remain awake, but it seems sleep holds me too well. Diablos, what necessity is there in filling my head with the visions of beasts and beastmen I’ve killed? All of them whispering to me, wishing for more company within this hollow shell, more voices to fill the void. There are so many, do I dare to kill again and risk adding another voice?

All of this, the seer did not warn. What is it I’ve lost, you mad-eyed tormentor? I will seek him out when I am fit for travel, the woman offering aid in my search. I will take it, desperate to have him, though the risk to her safety I do not disclose just yet. I do not wish to be alone with these voices, as hers helps drown out the horde as I sleep. Is this wrong? I cannot think clearly enough to answer just yet.