So I should probably put the things I've been up to on this blog. At the very least, it's a fair warning.
As you can probably guess from the last post, I passed out in a little village somewhere. Didn't check the name. I don't know how long I was out for, but I woke up on the path. I think that would have been on the Tuesday, the 21st. I don't know how long I was there, scared out of my wits. Then I was attacked, by some kind of monster. Not sure how to describe it. It was like a person stripped of all the things that made him a person. with fuck-off big claws. If it'd just been me, I'd have been dead, but the azoth had been building up for a while. I relied on it, managed to avoid getting hit. It was a rush, like turning the world into slow motion, except nothing like that at all. I was faster and stronger than I'd ever been before, more powerful, but I was still me, still in control. Working with the azoth, not against it, as a single unit. It felt natural, like what I was made for. Hell, it is what I was made for. I managed to get a hold of it, beat it's head in against one of those azoth trees. I'm ashamed to say that it was a good feeling, that power and control. I think it was then the Azoth realised that it had me. Not that the stuff really thinks that way, or really thinks at all, but it's as close an approximation as I can get.
Next thing I knew, I was leaving the path. Can't really explain how, it just seemed obvious. I had no idea where I was going, but the Azoth guided me, and I ended up in a proxy safehouse. I've been here for 5 days now, training. Learning how to use a knife, to kill painlessly. After all, I doubt there's any question of me being a runner anymore. Even if I wanted to, I can't go against the Azoth in that way anymore. So count this as a warning. Hopefully it won't come to this, but if you threaten the proxies who took them in. I will kill you. These are my family now, and I won't allow the same thing that happened to my real family happen to these people.