Mnemosynis/RWMemoriesTwo

They all lay dead, scattered throughout the ruins of the village. The women and children were slain first. I slew them first to anger the men. I love to see them try to assault me in their desperate rage at what I've done. I love to see the hate and grief in their eyes. I love to watch it fade as the I crush the life from their bodies. I killed the Dragon-Blooded of the city last. I could almost hear bards singing tales of their final stand as bravely and valiantly as they fought. Alas, there will be no tales of them.

Small fires were started during the fighting and the landing of my blazing chariot. Soon the canker of this city will be burned from my pure kingdom. This is the result of their presumption that I failed them, the result of their judging me. Perhaps their next incarnations will hold some measure of humility.

Normally now I would have sport chasing down those that fled. The smell of an opponent's fear is intoxicating, the inevitability of their doom is something I could be drunk on. But more pressing matters are at hand. The Fair Folk have apparently begun to make small raids in the surrounding area, begun to make cuts upon my land. They will have the next lesson. I will rest here tonight and track them down come dawn.

For now though, I still have work to do. I'll use the bodies as examples to others of what one can expect to suffer when they cross me. I brought my favorite knives for just that purpose. Hopefully I'll finish before too many bodies stiffen. Working with stiff bodies makes me irritable.