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Draconian Measures: PrologueEleven years.Eleven years have passed since I have penned an entry into this poor excuse of a journal.Looking through the words I have written before, I am embarrassed to say that this journal is nothing more than a passage of pain and misery; the collection of negative thoughts belonging to an old Guardian who could never see any good in this world. An old Guardian who was assured that our deaths would be swiftly delivered by Malefor, regardless of how much effort we have put into resisting him.I had hoped that our deliverance from the evil that wrought these lands would have brought this dragon out his dour and bleak disposition and forever change him into an individual who would always see a brighter horizon. One who could finally be at peace with himself and the world.Sadly, that change never really took shape. Even with the threat of Malefor gone, this dragon had not been able to shed his older self.My last entry expressed nothing but apprehension to my ascension to the ve
TLoS: Dies Irae Pt. 1"Huh, wha-ARGH!!!!"Not even two seconds from waking up and Dempsey is assaulted by a piercing headache. He hadn't felt something like this since that bout of dehydration he suffered from during his time in basic. "Damn it. Great job Dempsey, go ahead and drink all of your water before landing. And now your sitting in some cave somewhere at the mercy of fucking Tojo because you made the dumb decision of trying to refill at a pond." Dempsey looked at his surroundings. He knew he was in some dank cave on the godforsaken island of Peleliu, held prisoner by the Imperial Japanese Army. All he had to do know was overpower his captors when they came to interrogate him and he would be home free. He just had to get to working on loosening his bonds and he'll be home free.Dempsey grinned to himself, muttering, "It's fucking genius."He then twisted his hands around the crystalline bonds that held his wrists together behind him and..."Wait...what the fuck?"Dempsey felt at the cry
TLoS: Dies Irae prologue"I know your kind is capable of speaking English. Not very well, but still capable. So I will ask you once nicely and that'll be it. Answer me truthfully and you might live. Might. Where are they being taken?"The Grublin merely looked up at its captor. It was still trying to figure out what the hell that creature was. It looked like an ape, but it wasn't covered with smelly fur. It certainly wasn't a cheetah, it moved too slow to be one. Its clothes looked outlandish too. Nothing simple like what the apes wore or silky like what the cheetahs wore.Its captor seemed to realize that the Grublin was trying to figure something because the captor smiled."I love doing this to you things. Leaving you to wonder at what I am."His smile disappeared as quickly as it appeared."However, I don't have the time to leave you wondering. I'm still waiting for an answer to my question."A minute passed. Then two minutes."Very well. I gave you the opportunity." The Grublin's captor quickly pulled out