Part XVII: The Massacre of Sanurdipal

By Eno Dralam, Sole Survivor of the People’s Army

I took a group of potters, laborers, and other men and women who had business fighting a war and I plunged them into the heart of war they should’ve never been in and now they’re dead. Now they’re all dead. I look around and I see arms, legs, torsos, and even heads, and only a few can I recognize, but I smile at them even as I lay here dying myself, because they did more than we could ever ask of them. They gave their lives for their home and kin and they did so without reservation or doubt and I am proud that I was able to stand with them as we delved into the bowels of these profane halls and I am grateful they lay dead, because their death shall spare them the atrocities that await me. Though I am afraid, I do not cower, because they were brave as they marched in here knowing they would likely never see the sun again and I know that I shall never see it again either and I laugh a laugh of defiance at those foul fetchers so that they know I’m here, waiting.

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I wait with a spear in my gut and blood in my mouth, but I will kill as many as I can when they come for me and I know they will. They will want from me what I took from them and I will take even more—I will kill them all if I can! I have my spear and I have my courage and that’s all I need, just as it’s all they needed to follow me into the gates of hell. I will prove to them that their sacrifice was not in vain as I cut down any all of the priests who come for me, because that is what we came to do and I will not die until it is done. I will not die until every one of them is dead and gone! I will not give them the satisfaction of having killed Eno Dralam until they have suffered as the people of the City Below suffered!

I pray to you, Lord Vivec, give me the strength in my final hour so that I may do your will and vanquish those who brought a plague upon your holy city. Please, give me this, so that I may have get my vengeance in your name. I beg this of you, Lord Vivec, I must do this—for the people of the City Below, for the people who followed me—for Nevena. Please. Give me strength, Lord Vivec, please.

I will do anything to avenge my people, Lord Vivec.

Anything.

-Eno Dralam, Sole Survivor of the People’s Army