Winter 55, 512
3 bells past sunrise
Hatred filled his mind. Frustration consumed his soul. All he wanted to do was kill Murdock, but the reality of it was he didn't know how. The final showdown with his mortal enemy played over and over in his mind's eyes. Blood filled his thoughts, but nothing could quench his bitter anger. Garonn was living in the past, but it fueled the fire that drove him to the future. So overwhelmed with rage, the Akalak was unable to leave his bedroom. Alone with his thoughts, insanity consumed him.
"Petch everyone! Petch everyone who made me find myself here!" Garonn growled in a spasm of rage. He spoke his wails of despair was in Tukant, the language of the Riverfall, "I will fill my new world with your blood! Everyone must bleed by my hand!"
When he slept he had mad nightmares. He heard the war drums ringing in his ears, as he re-lived the suicide mission of Sahova. The battle was fought and he lost. There was no escape from his own mind. Executions of Nuits and Humans alike plagued him. Garonn would wake up with his mind in the middle of combat, disoriented and in a cold sweat. Drawing his sword, the warrior began to yell mad raving to hallucinations of his brothers in arm, "Get into your armour soldier! STEADFAST!! The enemy is upon us!!! HIYAHHHHH" The Knight attacked his bed in a fury of emotion. Arcing the sword down from over-head, he used all his power to hack the fluffy mattress into shredded bits.
After his mattress was ruined, Garonn realized he was only dreaming. He dropped his sword and brought his hands to his face. Lori could only reconstruct the right side of his face, the other side was a hideous scar of twisted flesh and bone. Rage filled him again as he thought of the man who did this to him: Murdock. Grabbing the shredded mattress, Garonn flung it out of the second story window into the canal below.
Mass confusion and paranoia filled his thoughts. He could not fit the pieces of the puzzle together. All his mind knew was war and blood.