The Journal Of Khorgar

Khorgar’s Journal — The Path Between Fire and Iron
 
The Abyss still lingers in me. I feel it in the marrow that hunger, that call to rend and unmake. When I faced that beast within the axe, I thought victory would bring clarity of purpose. Instead, it left a flame. Not a fire of warmth, but of need to feed it let it burn like an all-consuming inferno. Violence hums beneath my skin like a second heart.
 
Then came the shrine. The symbol of Bane iron, discipline, control. His teachings ring with truth: strength is law, weakness is rot. But where he demands subservience, I feel only revolt. I was not born to kneel. My blood was carved from chaos itself. To bind that in chains, even in the name of strength, it would be a slow death of the soul.
 
And yet… There is wisdom in order. Unchecked, the Abyss will consume me. I have seen what it does to those who mistake madness for freedom. Perhaps mastery is not submission, perhaps the will to rule oneself is the highest expression of power.
 
So I will take what I need from both. From the Abyss, fury the primal truth of destruction My birthright. From Bane, control the iron will to direct that power. I will forge my own path between them, neither servant of the gods nor slave of the pit.
 
Let the gods demand worship and demons crave chaos.
I am the one who will bind them both. Through the abyss brings power but through tyranny, I will take control.