It was time for me to take my revenge on all those who had wronged me, starting from the beginning. The letter I left at the fort was detailing how I would be away for about 6 months in order to take care of some business. First those fucking trolls. After making it all the way to the Sorna Agel frontier again I travelled around to every village in order to garner any idea of where those fuckers could be. I finally got some information from a mercenary group working in the vicinity, they said they had seen a pattern in the troll bands raiding practices and they knew the next place where the trolls would strike. Finally, revenge was at hand, for my mother! NO MORE WEAKNESS ONLY STRENGTH. I went to the village and for the first time in forever I found myself smiling. I charged the first troll and uppercutted him so hard that his head was quite literally separated from his body. This new arm gave me a strength like nothing I had seen before. All the trolls came charging towards me trying to kill me. Grabbing one of their clubs I started swinging it around killing off at least a dozen more. After slaughtering all but one I decided to have a little bit of fun, I pushed the troll to the ground and put my sword so close to his eye that a single movement would make me pierce it. And before it could beg for its pathetic life I said “This is for my mom, and this is for my village”, and for each one I took one of its eyes, Its screams were like music to my eyes. Cutting off one of its ears I whispered into it “and this is for me”. I continued torturing it for another four hours, since it had regerenative abilities my abuse never truly killed it. Unfortunately after the fourth hour the troll passed out and I decided I had had enough fun and pulled its heart straight out of its chest. Next were the goblins, and I remembered their symbols, and the mercenary band I referred to earlier was so kind as to also “warn” me about the local goblins and their stronghold. I still remember my arrival at their fort as if it were yesterday, it was raining like hell, absolutely pouring down, in the pitch of night I was walking towards their fort, their torches being my only guide. The mud was splashing around my feet. There were pretty much no guards around so getting close without being detected was easy. I smashed open the gates and made my way inside. It was a bloodbath, and in the end I stood victorious among all of those goblins, but of course that wasn’t all, I still remembered the scar on the goblin leader's face. And I had saved him for last, he was there quivering either from the cold or fear, I didn’t really care. “CHALLENGE ME” I screamed at him and threw an axe at the goblin. He could barely move but he clearly knew what I meant, giving out a weak warcry the goblin charged at me with an axe ready to strike. But before he even had a chance to strike I simply hit him in the stomach causing him to drop to the ground gasping for air. I kicked him away and screamt at him “AGAIN” he got up again and tried to run the other way, I took him by one of his legs and simply tore it off of him, his screams were delicious. After doing this for a while longer and taking away more limbs I killed him. Two out of three completed. The next one was the most complicated, the murderer that killed her, my last failure. I was having constant nightmares about that day, the day she died. Only killing him would free me from the torture. I started the long trek back to the place of my nightmares, Stormrock… I never thought I would have had to return so soon. Either way after travelling for about a month or two I had arrived. Even though the fucking Vraukian king had rooted me out he had seemingly not rooted out the bigger picture of criminality in the city. I found some old contacts and managed to find out that my rival gang had basically taken over the whole Stormrock criminal underground. And apparently this boss had some incredible monster at his side… a man with a tattoo of three snakes with their tails intertwined. Apparently the snake tattoo man had made a tavern his personal little hole, and it was long overdue for this snake to get his jaw ripped open. I went directly to this tavern, and the fucker actually recognised me, even referred to me like he had some respect for me. He approached me hands in the air looking smug, saying things like “Sad things had to end the way it did”, I was not phased, for my demonic eye had already spotted the dagger he was hiding behind his back. As soon as he got close enough for me to hit him I punched him straight in the chest, he flew backwards about 15 feet before finally catching himself. All the people who were still in the tavern started running and screaming, it was chaos, but I only had one goal, killing that man. “Oh so you are not here to reminisce about your sweet Demine then?” he goated me as he stood up. I charged him with no regard for my surroundings, I just saw red, he NEEDED to DIE. He quickly sidestepped and gave a mighty blow into my side, coughing up some blood. I quickly swung around and delivered a heavy blow straight into his face, breaking his nose immediately and breaking a bunch of teeth. He fell to the ground and this time I wouldn’t let him escape, I immediately got on top of him and just started hitting him, harder and harder. The tears were streaming down my face, THIS MAN killed her, If I kill him I am no longer WEAK. I kept beating and beating until his head was reduced to a bloody pulp, after standing up on shaky legs I took a mug of ale and sank the whole thing. Shortly after I left the tavern to start my treck back towards the fort. Upon returning most of my mates were happy to see me back but Pargrak was horrified, and asked for a private audience with me. His words still cling in my head to this day, “I understand wanting to be strong, but sometimes in our search we lose sight of who we are, what we are.”, he didn’t do anything harsh against me or anything, he simply just sighed and went back to his documents. God I should have treated that bastard better, he was such a good hearted person. Either way me and my mates were still on our high from our newfound power. But I still felt something in the back of my mind, age was catching up with me. I couldn’t die yet, there were so many more people I needed to protect, my order needed me. I once again decided to contact this hooded man, but I didn’t know how, without any leads I decided to head to the tavern where we first met. Lo and behold there he was, waiting in exactly the same room, I pleaded my case and he was willing, “I can extend your life to that of an elven standard, but be warned, you might experience a loss of memory to begin with.”. I should have declined after hearing that, but I went through with it. He told me to start breathing heavily as he pulled out a jar and took off the lid, and poured out some kind of gas which almost immediately knocked me out. I woke up the next day dazed and confused,  When I returned I came to a defeated Pargrak, his face told me he was seconds away from a mental breakdown, he told me that our brotherhood was disbanded by a new king Phillipus Maigre, a religious fuckhead apparently, he needed to remove the traces that the Maigres ever created our brotherhood, so he had ordered us to disband. Not long after hearing this news our fort was attacked by a bunch of hired assassins. Luckily we managed to fend them off, only taking some slight wounds. Pargrak collected everyone and we collectively escaped and went into the Borderlands, the Vraukians would not find us here.