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The Followed
Javelberg
The first thing that hits you, is the dark. The never-ending darkness laid out before you. They say it drives men crazy, oh the screams. The screams of tainted souls all stuck in  realm of neither life or death,Forever doomed just waitin g... Waiting for what you may ask ? Nor you or me knows the answer,but sometimes traveller i can hear them,hear them whisper my name.. In the darkness they call out to me,tring to eat my very flesh and bone, chewing feasting. I can feel them long for my soul! I know it is only a matter of time..Blood..blood is what they hunger for.."We are nor living nor dead. We are the chosen, The breed of eternity." Those cursed words they...they repeat and repeat inside my mind! I not sure..i..the tunnels,they seems to never end! Tunnels of pure madness and evil . They call me the "walker" for what reason i do not know. A wanderer, some stranger, to al that i meet. The spirits, they call to me, on by one... and one by one i fight to drive them off. There walls..the terrible walls.. The darkness is a blinding sight  yet it makes me feel enlightned far more than before. And the silence,the silence who tears the very sense out of your mind. I was a man once, a mortal just like you traveller...with a family, friends, I had it all.. but that was before that night. "That night" i tell you was the day i lost it all.. my home burned.. my people massacred.. Well, some where lucky, and were able to survive for a little while.. My family did not have that fortune. My wife was first, Torn apart by some sort of device, it tore her limb after limb,i could do nothing more than to watch in pain and silence.