Arthoms 22nd letter (S2E3)

*Scrawled in Druidic and dwarvish collectively*
 
Celia,
 
You were wrong!
Giving people a chance DESPITE MY BETTER JUDGEMENT was a massive mistake. Your teaching and poor advice almost cost me and the rest of these misfits our lives.
 
Having exhausted the few leads we had to try and find Ko, we decided to go to the Victri party, to possibly ask around, see if any of these people knew anything about her, or this yakuza that supposedly has her.
Gurvel protested fiercely and almost didn't even go but we managed to convince him to go and to just sit quietly in the corner.
 
After our arrival, we met our host Lacy, who invited us in, and led us to the coat room, and proceeded to judge our clothes and say they were insufficient for the party. All but of course gurvel got changes into more appropriate attire, I even put on a shirt again if you can believe it. Gurvel looking like a farming peasant, I thought it best to at least hide his tattered and filthy robes. so I unrolled my kit and gave him my families feileadh mor to wear as a cloak. Despite his displeasure for being there hew seemed happy to have been trusted with something that meant soo much to me.
 
As we emerged from the cloak room, Lacy introduced me to another Victri, celeste, who she seemed to have.... strong affections for shall we say. Ever the horny bastard Saib set about making a fool of himself trying to flirt with them and in the process clearly set about physicallt excluding me from the conversation. Naturally, I had to respond in kind. With a bit of effort (and no small amount of satisfaction), I made sure Saib’s pants split wide open at the seams. He ran off red-faced to fix them, and I enjoyed the brief reprieve from his nonsense. Syrus clearly noticed but said nothing. Seemingly taking this as an opportunity the 2 victri women invited Syrus and I to have a smoke of their Shisha, but of course, it wasn’t just shisha, it was however laced with something far stronger. The haze took hold of me quickly, and I found myself sinking into a stupor.
 
When I came to, I was naked, bound by silk threads that seemed to hum with some sort of magic. Lacy stood over me, and I could feel her draining me, drawing my very vitality out of my being. Her betrayal was hardly a surprise, but was enraging as I knew better than to trust one of her kind. But you convinced me otherwise!
As I felt i was nearing my end, she sprinted off, as if summoned with dire haste. As soon as I found myself free of her failing binds, I assumed my beastial form, and took off hunting her down only to find her crying over the top of Celeste's corpse. I witnessed Gurvel kill her, with some sort of red lightening that resembled what the Cultists of Diomeda used. As the lightening built up more and more she eventually burst into a blinding flash of light.
 
After such betrayal, after failing myself and these fools who rely on me, and after not listening to what I KNEW TO BE THE KAZZIKING TRUTH, I found myself not the man I have been striving to be. I found that after all these decades, all this training, all my solitude and loneliness and suffering and nights tormented by visions of what I once did, I found that I haven't truly changed after all... I'm still the same animal that took pleasure in suffering, that set FEAR into the hearts of my enemies, and that relished in the blood I spilt.
As I unleashed my fury upon the remaining Victri, none were spared. Not the women, not children escaped my wrath. I tore them apart... gutted children before their mothers, rent flesh from the toe to the throat on some, and left others to bleed to death in agony... Nothing was off limits nor un wanted to be done to these scum.
 
As I finally emerged from the manor, blood thick upon my face and dripping from my beard once more, Gurvel began to berate us. I know not nor do I care as to what he was saying to us. All I could find myself doing was reflecting upon what I had just done. how far I thought I had come, only to fall soo far down.
While the memories of all the horrors I had committed came rushing back to me, I found myself furious once again, not with the just the victri, but with myself too.
I struck out at the group, knocking some off their feet as I sundered the ground beneath them.
 
Gurvel and I began to argue, but i know not what either of us said, for my mind was not here, it was dwelling 100 years ago, back when I was a soldier. I couldn't escape the visions of my monstrous deeds.
 
Shortly after Gurvel fled from us in a flash of red lightening.
 
I couldnt remain with these people, so I too fled. Running into the night, blood on my thoughts, and death my intent. As I hunted down those I could from the party. Leaving their mangled corpses for the others to find easily...
 
You were wrong to think I could change,
I'll always be who I am.
 
Thanks for trying though,
Arthom