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… A slow, agonizing death as you are mauled alive by the savage.
That’s what you brought upon two greenies who were merely trying to survive out in the wilderness... and all for what? To prove yourself a real Bloodseeker. A merciless warrior that murders all who dare to set foot on his lands uninvited - a fighter unafraid of gore and using the pain of the flesh as a tool to assert dominance over the weak. Those are the ideals of Gnolrek and your tribe's, and you fulfilled them perfectly on that day...
... And yet, there's this pain growing in your heart. Unbelievable. You actually feel guilty for what you’ve done. Why do you even care? Those goblins were not gnolls, and certainly not members of your pack. Neither was the Molkara you killed a few days ago for invading your territory, or the many humies tortured and sacrificed by your people every month. You have no reason to give a damn about any of those creatures… but no matter how badly you try to shake off the guilt, you cannot. You can't help but feel bad... REALLY bad for anyone who meets a horrible fate at the hands of your pack.
By murdering in cold blood, your hands are now tainted as well. For all these years, you tried to shut this inner voice telling you that Bloodseeker practices are wrong... but it seems you are not so different from them. Your macabre act even awakened within you the demonic power of Bloodthirst. Without knowing, you had set foot on Gnolrek’s path.
If it wasn’t due to the eyepicking incident at the cave, you wouldn't have met Anu, and things would be so much different today. You’d have returned to the tribe with Datz, kept working your way up the ranks and, eventually, become the Bloodseeker you always wanted to be... or who you THOUGHT you wanted to be.
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