Jollus Borin, a former soldier made corrupter Messiah

Jollus was an old man living in a world that most wouldn't consider very important. He was currently in a canoe spear fishing in a swamp by himself. Jollus had retired to the swamp many years before spending all his time in isolation. Trying to make peace with what he had become and what he had done

Jollus looked down the left side of his old canoe, trying to see if he could get any more fish today, but sadly, the murky waters only reflected back at him a dark reflection. Seeing as the light was dimming and he wasn't likely to get any more fish, he sat back in his boat and began to row home.

He hummed to himself, trying to match the symphony that was the chorus of swamp creatures croaking and buzzing around him. Eventually he began to make out his cabin that was hidden in some half-sunken trees. He rowed his canoe slowly over and tied it to the hidden dick of his hut.

Once it was secure, he began making his way up the wooden steps that creaked under his weight. Eventually he had gone up the small stairs, hidden by the branches, and up into his cabin, which was hidden by the tree foliage. He put his catch of the day as well as his spear on the table.

He then took a deep breath and then let go as if some weight had been lifted from him. He then took his catch, putting it in a smile stew and warming on a smile fire that could be hidden. It cooked for a while, leaving Jollus with his thoughts, which were dark clouding him before the meal was ready, and he ate. Once he was done, he put up the clay silverware he had taken for the meal.

Jollus then began to undress and put on what he would consider nightware, though if anyone had been watching him, they would have just thought he traded rags for rags. Once he was finished, he made his way over to a small shrine made up of skales and lizard bones. He just sat there for a while, saying nothing before he eventually performed a bow that took his toe to the floor.

"I'm sorry, I still can't remember." Jolly said a few tears coming down his face as it always did during these ceremonies when he couldn't give the right answer like he wanted to. For a moment nothing moved as an old man cried in front of an idol of lizard scale and bones. Eventually he got up and made his way over to the bed, where he laid down and stared up, looking unblinkingly into the darkness that seemed to accuse him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." Jollus Borin said as he had a thousand times before the darkness didn't answer, there was no there too. It was just him and the ghost of his past that haunted him, and those had long ago lost the ability to answer. Eventually Jollus failed asleep to toss and turn as he went back to places long destroyed so he could watch them burn again.

Once long ago, Jullos Boring was a proud man of his world called Tryonr's Rest. He had been a shoulder-to-shoulder warrior that had patrolled its streets and held his head high. But that had been would two people had walked its surface side by side before the great deceiver came with all her lies and made the whole world go mad, consumed in the flames of her mad holy war.

Now that war was long over, he was no longer a proud man or a proud soilder, and only one person walked the land. They were far worse for it, not that people cared now; all they cared about was they won, not what they lost in the process.