I live in the dark corners, in the sewers of the city. I lurk in the shadows and I am the stalker. Every day they find a young woman dead in a dark alley, with a dagger buried in her heart.
They are looking for me, but never will they find me.
The murders began two months ago, during the Spring Festival, when Lady Sharama's daughter disappeared. Was she kidnapped, killed or sacrificed on a pagan altar? None other than me knows the answer.
The next day, two people died : a young aristocrat girl named Lamira, and a young man from the Northern tribes, one pilgrim who had come with his folk to worship the One Goddess.
They knew that the killer was a ruthless one, for those northerners are good fighters and it is difficult to take them unawares. But I did, and now they fear me.
The next day, two young women were found dead, and the head priest of the northerners too. That sent a wave of commotion through the town, I can assure you! They sent dogs but they did not pick my track.
And every day there have been more kills, and fear has slowly crept over the town. When the Queen's daughter was slaughtered, and her two bodyguards with her, the soldiers searched the whole town to find me and established the curfew. None is allowed to enter or exit the town, and the northerners are trapped here.
Once I was careless and one of the Queen's amazons saw me, a dim shadow in a dark place, but she was not quick enough. They found her body the next day, slumped against a pillar, with a dagger buried in her back.
And ten northerner tribesmen were found at the entrance of the temple, their throats slit. I play with their superstitions, leaving my mark in their flesh. The dead ones bear the mark of the Red Spider, the signature of the ritual killers of the Order of Lolth.
Now they know that I am a Dark Elf, and they have sent mage users and clerics to hunt me. But their magic will not help them, for what they are hunting has no existence. My disguise is too perfect for them to identify me. Am I this beggar in the streets, or that servant carrying wares for a wealthy merchant?
Now I will end this diary, as I hear footsteps coming this way. Maybe they have found me, and maybe I will be dead tomorrow.
But do not be mistaken : I am not what you think, but a victim of the Northerners. When they captured me, I thought that I would die, but they were saving me for their dark sacrifices. But I was able to escape. And to witness the death of my mother, crushed with grief.
Then I began to kill the Northerners, dark worshippers of Necros who feign to adore the One Goddess. I could not be everywhere, and could not prevent the Northerners to kill young women of my city, but I retaliated. And I have taken their holy symbol on the corpse of their High Priest.
Now I am running through the undercity maze, towards the crypts and the altar of the One Goddess. It is said that under the altar burns and eternal fire, the only thing that can consume the Symbol of Necros and trap the Dark God for eternity.
I know that the fire will also consume my human essence, but I have to do it. For I am Lady Shamara's daughter. Now the pyre is before me. They will come too late, for I will become One with Mother Earth and embody the Holy Fire.
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