My army settled in the valley of Barovia and took power over the people in the name of a just god, but with none of a god’s grace or justice. I thundered auoss the land like the wrath of a just god, but the war years and the killing years wore down my soul as the wind wears stone into sand.Īll goodness slipped from my life I found my youth and strength gone and all I had left was death. My beginnings are lost in the darkness of the past.
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