Journal of Ryse

Today Covid, I, and some tagalongs finished a quest. Everything did not go as planned and we made a grave mistake costing the lives of 5 innocent men. My heart goes out to them and their families. They will be in prayers. The reason I write this is to talk about “The man with no name,” our employer. It seems he was in love with an underworld god or powerful patron. His love brought about the birth of two daughters. One lives with him and the other is stuck with her mom. Apparently, they are not allowed to see each other even though there is a secret tunnel linking the house of the man and the underworld city. He hired us to check in on the rest of his family. I understand the hardships of being away from your family, but I have no idea why he isn’t fighting to keep his together. I remember the times I took the legion out on campaigns; they were hard times. To be away from my father was hard, but the time away from my wife, daughter, and son was impossible. I wrote them as often as I could and treasured every letter I received. On that faithful day the last thought I had was of them, “Who will look after them now?” I was prepared to wait for them to return to me, I was ready to watch over them and witness my children grow, I never realized that it would be the other way around. When I finished the revenge on Remes and Fanus, I received a vision. The vision showed the death of my family. I had to see if it was true. The first thing I did was walk to my fathers’ villa where all my family stayed. The villa was located a day south of Niliata. When I reached the gates of the main house my heart sank. Pillars of smoke were reaching far into the sky coming from the villa, the gates had been torn off their hinges, and bodies of the servants were strewn about the main road. Shakily my legs carried me to the front doors. I opened them and was assaulted with the smell of extinguished fire. The entire place was burnt, the stone has scorch marks and any wood or cloth was nothing but ash. I walked through my home horrified at the bodies of trusted friends and servants throughout the place. I made my way to the master room where my father stayed. I saw the burnt remains of my father in his armor, sword in hand. The solid wood doors were reduced to nothing and as I walked forward, I sank to my knees. My mother, wife, and kids were huddled together, the skin fused the corpses into one giant mass. Their bodies were burnt to the bone in some places. I saw the horror on their faces, they were burned alive. With tears I fell to the ground and passed out. Over the next few days I buried everyone, my family, my friends, and the servants. Due to the severity of the burns, my family was put into a single vary large grave, it would have been impossible to separate them. This is why I do not understand how the man with no name isn’t trying to get with his family. I had a family they are gone and wait for me to join them. I long for the day that we get to be together, but make no mistake I will live my life and get revenge for myself and all the others who can’t do it themselves.