A Simple Entry

The writing was simple, clean, and from the looks of it very well thought out

I found myself trapped in the dream once more. The plagued swamps of the great enemy were surrounding me. The sounds of cackling Nuglings pierced my head like knives and the tendrils of blighted flowers lapped at my legs. While I reached for my weapons and holy seal I found nothing but air, BLIGHTED AIR THAT FILLED MY LUNGS AND THREATENED TO CHOKE ME! HIS CURSED VOICE! I dare not write his temptations for fear of it returning in the waking world.

I wish I could say I fought ruthlessly but, the dreams are stronger than my will. As my body was dragged down to the swamp, I gave a prayer to Sigmar, who had heard it. Even from the caverns of my tormented mind. Flames spewed from my form, driving back to corruption and burning the horrible...everything. 

I don't know the meaning behind this dream. But I know this, I was born from fire, I shall walk through the fire, I shall BE the firs that cleanse the corrupted. Not for myself, but for those who cannot save themselves from the plague. May Sigmar forgive my actions.