Day 1

I have wandered to the North as far as I can trudge through the endless snow. The curse that burns beneath my armor keeps me present, a constant reminder of why I do this. I know that there will be nobody here. No innocent lives that will die on my blade. No more killing. No more feeding this corruption. I pray nobody dares to look for me, lest they fall by my unwilling blade as well.

The biting cold has numbed my hands. I must find warmth and shelter soon. Which will likely be scarce in this frozen place. But no pain will deter me. I must find my own salvation here. It's all I can think to do, save for breaking this curse. But with no clear path to that, this is what I will do. I pray I will find peace here.