These past few months have been much more productive than I could have possibly imagined. It is amazing how many people deserve death, if not worse. And each time I get rid of a target, it turns out another, bigger one was hiding behind it. Kill a slaver, only to find out the slavemaster he was working for. Kill the slavemaster, and the thread leads to the prosperous merchant, who curiously "rotates" his workforce much too often.
Such examples are beyond count.
It was never uncommon for the streets and alleys of Pelargir to be soaked with blood. Now, finally, blood has been shed in other, equally deserving places. Guardposts, dockyards, mansions... The list is constantly growing by each passing night, as these tortured hands are constantly soaked in crimson.
The ending scene is always the same, when the sun rises. A dead body is found, either stabbed, choked, drowned, poisoned, or killed by any other mean suitable to their crime, with their eyes removed, and a dark crimson rose left by their side. Sometimes, I leave on their belongings a message, containing the reasons behind their execution. Sometimes, the reasons are so obvious, that I do not even bother.
People are starting to whisper rumours. Rumours of righteous retribution, rumours of senseless killing; rumours but never facts. It is somewhat entertaining, observing their fears, their hopes, or even their indifference towards my actions. Some call Crow a hero, a protector of the weak. Others accuse him of wanton murder, of promoting chaos and disorder. Where the truth lies, if there is such a thing as truth, I care not. The reasons behind my actions are mine alone, as are the consequences. If those actions help someone, then let it be so. If they allow someone to perform anything that I find sinful... I am sure there is a fitting place for them on my list.
[Originally written by the player of Crow (Derakoth)]
