I'll play it safe.

I looked away from him and sighed. If I tried to do what he suggested, it would just lead to more mobs. More people would attack me, betray me, and I'd just be **** into running again. There was nothing wrong with settling, nothing wrong with ruling over a pond rather than the ocean.

I looked back and him, and found a blur in motion.

I brought up my hands, but I was too slow and a blade crashed into my face.

I felt fire burning in my eyes and I felt the wetness pouring down my face as blood raced to my chest. Something hit me, throwing me to the ground and I felt a weight crushing me from behind. I heard an echoing, nothing was distinct within my pain, and something even hotter seared into my face, and I smelt the bubbling of my own flesh.

My tendons were severed and cauterized in turn, and I was left immobile in the dark. He removed my ears and tongue in time, and all that was left to me was my thoughts and my blood.

I don't know how many years I lived like that, crippled and blind. I was a captive in my own body, used as a production plant for that bastard Thag. He harvested my blood and semen, he used me as a tool for whatever endeavor.

And eventually I met my end.