I have lost my sun. Everywhere I am called to I face a ceaseless discharge of sin. I merely wish to engage in combat with other brave souls instead I am marred by a congregation of scimitar flailing hell spawn. They knock aside my strikes and plunge their daggers deep in my chest as if they wish to carve out heart.

To often I am pitted against horrible amalgamations of the insidious smelter demon and the fabled legend Havel the Rock. These beasts then proceed to cast spell upon spell strengthen themselves to proportions that not even the piecing might of the old dragonslayers spear causes them pause.

Even when I am brought into the world of another being who looks as though they may be looking to clash steel without the frivolously need for all the tricks and traps of the aforementioned fiends. I am once again fooled in my security when hired thugs emerge from the shadows and strike me down in a hail of crystalline death. So often do fall to a band of marauders that I find myself muttering "where are the fiends, where are they..."

I feel as if I am lying in a bed of chaos with these horrors as night companions. I wish not to join them and I fear that soon what little humanity I have left will be swallowed whole as of accosted by some sort of gaping dragon.

What am I to do my brothers, what am I to do?