The Horsemans Bane

The Horsemans Bane

Ma'goth.. Scum. Traitor. Deserter. Words that were shouted in his name. Things spoken in the kingdom he fought to defend. He lived for her, Arathor. Her plains, her people, her sky and water. It made him complete untill that dreadful day. He chose to go to the Outlands only to meet a truth he was familiar with already. A renewed pain overruling the one he felt before. He could no longer return home. She had betrayed him. She turned to stone.. She left him naked in the cold.

Eodan was what they called him. The man that valued his family above all. The man who would give hope to the simplest of peasants and teach humilty to the wealthiest of nobles. But no longer.
His truth was robbed. His wish was forgotten.

Bane. That is what they call me. I have many brothers and sisters. But is one so special? She should not have come here. He cried. Pleaded me not to do it.. But I had to prove my loyalty. Her finger got cut off.. He cried. He weeped. He wished he could die for the crime he comitted. I kept quiet, he was too weak. That is what he got betrayed by that which he loved.

And yet still... His pain affects me. His memories strike me. His goals drive me.
So you tell me. Am I Eodan? Or am I Bane?
Which one must I kill?