Bruzog’s Ruminations(The Hunt for Tully Eye Edition)

[Bruzog]

I find myself feeling a new or deeper kinship towards several of the people I’ve come to know here. Raine, despite our many differences, have found common ground and become fast friends over the time we’ve known each other. We’ve both faced adversity simply for being what we are, the victims of misconception and flagrant falsehoods spread about our kinds. His skill in crafting fine wares has impressed me, having bought two of his bags myself(one to keep and one as a gift). While I find Malak to be a good friend to me, his prejudices towards some other peoples have made me rethink some of my own. I do not say this with pride or regret, but I have had a long and deep-seated loathing of Elves. I campaigned against them during the Great War, fifty some odd years after the Horizon Wars when I began my military career. The barbarity and cruelty I saw perpetrated by Elves will haunt me for the rest of my life, but I need not blame all of them for the actions of some. Especially those of this new world and those from others like myself, I’ve even found friendship with one of Elven blood called Alyssaria.

Then there is Poet. I recall back to my time at Whisper Ridge the year prior when I met all these people for the first time. I recall how her and Hanu had appeared bonded, in a way almost like father and daughter; and how protective he was of his friends(Kelora coming to mind specifically). Poet is a strong soul, and has earned my respect through the adversities I’ve seen her endure and the determination she has, though I find myself feeling protective now that Hanu is away; I know she is grown and capable but she reminds me of my daughter Biral and I cannot escape some small inkling of that in the back of my mind….

If ever again I encounter a sorcerous coward such as the one called Tully Eye that plagued us I will disembowel them, braid their entrails into a rope, and hang their flayed corpse from the highest point I can find. The mind is sacred, the one truly safe place for anyone to hide themselves away, and to violate that is beyond contempt. Magic of the mind is most vile of all, while I feel the Order overreaches much, I do see the need for some sort of protective force against such things for the common folk.

It was a strange time, fighting magics of the mind, vile creatures, and each other against our will. Accusing each other of being Tully Eye, attacking one another, behaving strangely and acting a fool(getting kissed by one who calls me cousin is a first and hopefully a last, my uvula may never recover). I find it interesting the mind of my allies laid bare for me to see, I feel I have a much deeper insight into their behavior and truer selves. For my own part, I regret my actions towards those around me, attacking Aikenn and nearly killing Meat. It was… unpleasant, I know at least for myself I was at times seemingly caught between the evil magics of Tully Eye and the Primal forces of the Erle King, being mentally manipulated by the former and having my own nature amplified by the latter. It was strange having my own predatory instincts brought to the surface and made far more pressing and intense by this “Wild Hunt”; I wanted nothing more than to see quarry to pursue, run down and maul, feel my teeth sinking into their flesh and the taste of fresh blood….

I do not envy those who felled the infant of the Many Eyed Wanderer, though I hold no sympathy for the parent creature or it’s own predecessor that was slain back in the Summer months for they were of a hateful breed. I recall coming face to face with the grandsire then, we roared defiantly at each other but it used either great strength or magic to knock me to the ground and unconscious I cannot recollect. If not for Aikenn I would have been trampled under the foot of over eager allies that day, I owe him thanks.

I wonder now in retrospect what connection the redcaps have to this breed of creature, or perhaps just this one family we eradicated? They were around the grandsire and then the grandchild as well this most recent encounter with them. We must be mindful to remember how to dispatch them though, beat them down, take their cap, and then skewer them with a finishing blow.

There were a number of new folk about, though of them I interacted the most with a man I know as Captain D. I can’t say I know him well yet, but he seems to be a good person to know and I find him a likeable fellow.

Half of being a commander is making hard decisions, the other half is paperwork. I am no stranger to bureaucracy and the headache it brings, but I feel what I have been chosen to do is important and worthwhile. I did not realize prior my position, my simple state of being in this new world, made me a bridge between peoples. These people, the community I’ve come to work and live alongside, are worthy people. Brave, daring, perhaps foolish at times; but ultimately a good sort of folk.

I take this task seriously, for all my attributes that make me a fitting choice for this role, I am still a stranger to this world and have yet to span it’s many lands or meet the many peoples that call it home. I recall rubbing shoulders with diplomats, ambassadors, generals and nobility in my own world; the politics of it all make me long for the simplicity I found as a fresh recruit that only had to worry about which end of the blade he found himself on.

But I will endure, and do what I must.

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