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  1. I have to be stronger. I must. I can't let it happen again. It won't. The sword guides me. The small ones pay me tribute in gold and strength.
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  3. I dreamed it again last night. That horrid nightmare. I was praying at the flaming altar. Something felt amiss, but I shrugged it off as nervousness for my upcoming oathtaking ceremony. I finished my prayers and returned to the village, that's when I saw them. The little green wretches with their disfigured bodies and faces. The common folk could do little other than stab at them with pitchforks and heirlooms as dull as river stones.
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  5. I ran to the temple, mail on and sword in hand, when I got to the doors I found my superior dead, impaled with dozens of tiny spears, bodies lay all around him.
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  7. I found the last bit of lantern oil and doused my blade in it and after touching it to a lit torch, the green flame danced in the air.
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  9. I ran back to the common building where the last few of my people were making a final stand. I cut through the horde of the little imps, cleaving limbs and torsos, blind rage fueling my hate.
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  11. That's when I understood. As a force they were stronger. The larger ones were strong from what was given by the smaller. The logic of the sword. Nothing is given, only earned. I decided then that they earned a painful death.
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  13. They broke down the door before I got to the front. A massacre inside left me the only one standing. I went to the square and stood.
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  15. One of the creatures, fatter and taller than the rest, but still just as spry spoke to me in broken words
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  17. "You are left. You are weak. You will die."
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  19. Looking upon the carnage that destroyed my village I knew that vengeance would not be fitting. They must be reminded that they are lesser than me.
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  21. I stepped off the platform and walked towards the commander. He stayed firm. His minions running at me. My shield deflected spears, my blade ran them through, my teeth drew their blood and my hands tore them asunder like a ragged doll in a child's grasp.
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  23. He started to back away but I broke into a full sprint. I grabbed him by the throat and I picked him above my head as his subjects watched in fear.
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  25. I chuckled as my dagger pierced his heart, but only enough to make an opening. He winced when I removed it and tossed it to the earth.
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  27. I then held him with my left hand above his people and these words said
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  29. "On this day, you serve a new king. On this day you serve a new god. On this day, you adopt the way of the sword. I, Sardok, will be your guide."
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  31. At the break of my final sentence I thrust my fist into his rib cage and pulled out his heart, then tossed it among the crowd. Some recoiled, others wept, but none dare challenged my words or rule.
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  33. ...And they have not since...
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