
I have defeated a Wolf Pack. Let all know that it be by the mighty hands of Killian the Slayer.
Today, my encounter with a Marauder Leader ended with me slaying the Marauder Leader.
I, Killian, have gained enough experience that I am considered to be Level 4 among my fellow men.
Killian closes his eyes for the final sleep, and his soul becomes one with the wind. he is nothing, but the breeze in the trees. The sun rises and falls without him, and none are a miss of the lonesome wanderer. In the next life, maybe things will be different, but there is more doubt to that than certainty, as nothing became of the slayer in this life.
Killian's body was dragged back to the town where he was born. The Giant Wolf had torn the contents of his neck from their fleshy bounds, and he bled to death on the forest floor. None but the friends he had made in the tavern attended his funeral, as he had none to call compatriots. The nameless girl he saved from capture by the bandits lit his body, and they watched it burn away, to become one with the wind.