Utterly Mad

Different from what I was working on, I'll get back to that.
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Who am I?
I don't know the answer to that. I don't know the answer to any question that has entered my mind during my stay in this dark abyss of hell. The last thing I remember was that damn priestess saying some magic mumbo before I was just suddenly here, with the majority of my memory gone.
I still know how to fight though, and I'm glad for that. There are creatures here that wish to rend the flesh from my bones and consume me. They always come in packs, always come at dark, and never stop until they die.
The first time I saw them I thought they were demons. But I've learned that they are just animals like me, and that they don't know just how dangerous a sword is. I wonder where they come from still, and I have no answer.
The land scape around me has always been dull brown. No grass grows, no trees. The only thing that keeps me company are the whispers of the wind that remind me of my home in the mountains.
I still remember the day they came and took my Village Brother Ostas from me. I don't know if he lived, but since that day I have never seen him again. I dedicated myself to killing those damn beasts, but now I cannot continue that mission.