Chapter 20:

My Hideous Hatred

Forlorn Hope


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Name: Loiel Krieger

Class: Lord of Tyranny (Slave Knight)

Species: Ursine Therian

Level: 20

HP: 6000/6000 FP: 300

Attributes: Vigor: B+, Mind: E, Endurance: B, Strength: S, Dexterity: C, Agility: C, Intelligence: E, Faith: F-, Luck: F-

Equipment: -Roughspun Tunic

Effects: -Slave Mark

Class Features: -Unarmored Defense, -Reckless Attack, -Fury, -Danger Sense, -Undying Crusader, -Lethal Speed,  -Hallowed Ground, -Ruthless Instinct, -Brutal Hand, -Fanaticism, -Pain is Meaningless to Me, -Indomitable Might, -Brutal Hand II, -Beyond Death, -Eternal Fury, -Brutal Hand III -Holy Champion

Proficiencies: -Simple Weapon Proficiency, -Martial Weapon Proficiency, -Shield Proficiency, -Light Armor Proficiency, -Medium Armor Proficiency, -Heavy Armor Proficiency,

Skills: - Perception: C+, -Athletics: A+, -Survival: B-, History: C, Religion: C, Medicine: D

Racial Traits: -Dark Senses, -Relentless Endurance, -Untrammeled Savagery

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My Hate.

My hideous, hideous hatred.

I hate this world made by human hands.

My hatred is burning and eternal. It is an endless furnace of hatred for the shape of the world. Not for things such as death, or sickness, but for the things made by human hands.

The shape of a society that simply allows people to die. A world made by humans, and for humans, a world that is unconcerned with petty reality. I hate it. I utterly loath it. If I could, I would tear apart the entire edifice and hurl its burning pieces into the fiery pits of the earth . There it would smolder for all eternity, so that anyone who would have the folly to even think that such a world would be righteous and just would need only look at the everburning embers of that horrific regime. And if such a regime is the best that can ever be, if that is the apex of human civilization, a machine for humans, then better that all of the human species live wretchedly in the wilderness.

So I cursed the world as my beloved family died. Died to preventable conditions. A plague that didn’t need to happen. A famine that was pointless. A man made atrocity framed as ‘survival of the fittest,’ because only the most fit had the money to survive. Completely and unilaterally preventable. They were allowed to die because they were worthless.

And then I also died, because I could not afford to live.

I hate the shape of this world.