Utterly Mad

FOUR - Tortura et convaluisset

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(Excerpt recovered from "Of War and Gods - Quod irreverberatis oculis")

'It is not the fellow man's blood that pleases Mars.

It is not the blade of the hero that gains his patronage.

It is the art of the battle- and the honor within it.

The raw measurement of strength within war.

From the dawn of time, until the end of days

Blood will be scattered and men will fall and ends are impossible to avoid.

But it is not the why that pleases, it is the how.

How man claims his other's life.'

(Translated from Latin)

My questioning by the woman has come to an end.

But Mars' questioning grows persistent.

Questioning of my ability in battle.

I intend on proving it once more to my patron, when I will spill heathen blood across the timber battlefields to the ringing of Death's doorstep.

The heat of battle flowing like sulfur through my veins.

Walkerville is my next stop. I shall rest but momentarily though, my physical wounds are of no interest to the God of War.

I am hoping that I will be greeted not with hostility.

Else this will be another village I will have to slaughter in Mars' glory.

Obedientiam spondeo aeternis Martem.

Ne derelinquas me.