Reflections After the Mill

After re-killing the undead for so long it is still a little strange to kill the living for the first time. There is something sacred about a soul and the death of one should be considered a weighty thing. Still, evil in all it's forms must be scourged for good people to live in peace. Killing the Baron and his minions at the mill was a duty as sacred as saving life and I will do it again and again.
 
It is in these moments after the adrenaline has slowed and the wounds are healing that I think of my family. I miss them deeply. I pray to Celestia that one day I will be able to return to them and live in peace. If only I could find a way.....
 
We have all dealt with our sorrows in different ways. Key cornerstones of my clan were killed in the last war with the Lich Pharoah and we all have gaps in our hearts. My cousin is dealing with the death of his father, my uncle, by wandering the deserts to the west and killing any Sand Orc he finds. I pray that his soul will find peace and his quest for vengeance will completed. Revenge is no way to live a life.
 
Am I dealing with the death of my father by running? I am not able to come to grips with my beloved wife's choice. Oh Sarai, we will be united once again and this darkness will be gone from you.
 
I woke up from a nightmare tonight. I could feel the necromancer, slave of the Lich Pharoah, putting his icy fingers around my neck. I felt surrounded by the undead and heard whispers from beyond. In my eye I could see that cursed bowl. I brewed a pot of coffee and smoked my pipe while I reflect on all we had learned in the long wars against the undead. This bowl...it is evil. We must have great caution I think.