Yurei der Mönch/ Monk
Ruin has come to me. I was a simple scribe in the great library since my parents abandoned me. Goliaths a nowhere to be liked but there I was at least accepted. The monks who lived there tought me me everything i know but foolish as I was, I wanted more. More power, more knowledge, I wanted to be better than the rest. There where locked rooms, with dark books. It was said, that one who would read these never keeps its sanity. I didnt belived. When the night reached its darkest phase I broke into the vault and I took the Tome of Ruination, feeling the power it was emitting. When I opened it and read the first line time stopped. My lantern went dark, the hand holding the book began to hurt and my skin started cracking and ghostly fingers started crawling from my hand up my arm. I tried to let lose of the old pages but i couldnt. My fingers where glued to the paper and something kept me locked to it. Suddenly the pain stopped, i felt a chill inside of me, i looked at my hand and the tome was gone. Confused i looked up and down on me but couldnt fin a wound. Reliefed i sneaked back to my room and fell asleep. I woke up in total darkness, unbearable pain in the arm which held the book. The skin was cracked and hardend like stone. A purple shimmer emitted from the cracks and my fists were blood stained. Two dead monks are lying in front of me ripped in half. A voice told me to go on and bring more blood to it. „You are mine now. You can not escape. Your soul is gone, do what i demand you!“
Now a year passed. The voice is silent but whatever it is, it lives inside of me. No matter how far i run it will haunt me and want to posseses me. I wander the lands searching for knowledge how to fight it. Hopeless.
