The Chronicles of Syn

Sins of Prologues

By: SoTP

Welcome, one and all.

Before I can start, I must inform you all of something you should be aware of. People who know my name say I am an evil man. By which they mean I am the saint of sinners. I am the one children fear hide under their beds, the monster Syn waiting for them to fall asleep so I can devour their souls.

I am the assassin, the soldier of darkness of all things evil. I am the cursed being who carries the title of ‘Syn’, nothing but a puppet to the master. I kill without remorse, I kill without regret, and I kill without mercy.

I maim the servants of the All-Father. I strike down the poor, the ones without hope. I raise followers in my wake to worship the None-Father, the Dark Mother, the Lord of Shadows. I burn entire towns to the ground, and greedily take all as a tribute to my God.

The people who know me personally believe all of that as well, and worse.

I am the man who can be bought for the right price, it's bad enough I am a destroyer for a God, but I am also a destroyer for the rich, the politicians, and the kings of the lands. I will kill all that I am paid to kill, and even kill more whom I am not paid to.

Now I will inform you of something you must know. Everything those men who know my name believe, all of those people who know me, their opinions may be true, but here is what I think of myself.

I believe I am not some warrior of the None-Father. I am not the weapon of men, I do not burn towns down (Well, the majority of towns.), and most of all, I do not kill without remorse, regret, or mercy.

I believe I am an assassin and mercenary for hire for the small and the large. I am also a man who will live to the end of time, I am an immortal.

As a immortal I have lived many years, and have escaped death. But I have also paid the horrible price for it. I have lost many loved ones. Wives, children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, friends, all of them died naturally while I endure. I have killed countless men; I have terrible nightmares which will haunt me forever. For that reason I am an alcoholic, which is to try and take these nightmares away, if only for one night.

Should I stop killing? Maybe then my dreams will go away? Maybe I can be a productive member of society? Maybe I can even be king of whole lands? Unfortunately I wouldn’t stop killing, it’s the only thing that I am, and ever will be good at. It’s one of the only natural talents I have.

Now here we find ourselves. I have told you what men think of me, and I have told you what I think of myself. Now I will give you the chance to decide for yourself what you think of me.

Am I am sadistic killer? Am I a puppet of dark beings? Am I a broken man without a future? Am an I immortal who’s an alcoholic just to keep mere nightmares away? I give you the choice to decide.

Why, you ask, that I give you such a chance? To hear the chronicles of the mighty Syn. Well, because for a simple reason which is, I have hope.

I have hope that you will see me for what I truly am, you will see me as either the monster people believe, or as the broken man I believe I am. I have hope you will spread your opinions, and your tales around. I have hope that the truth will set me free of these ever-tight bonds of steel that shackle me to my past. I told you it was a simple reason

Now I will tell you the tales of my life that I believe have shaped me mentally, emotionally, and physically into what you see before you today. I will tell you of the sins of gods, the sins of men, the sins of life, the sins of death, the sins of time, and of course my own personal sins.

So I welcome you once more. Come into my home. Warm yourself by my fire. Eat your fill of my food. Drink yourself drunk with my ale. Sit yourself comfortable in my chair. Form yourself your own opinions of me, of my life, of my character, of my future.

But I warn you now, don't overstay your welcome.