Greetings, Aetherius.
I come to you all, wishing to share what I consider to be a truly
terrifying revelation i've had in the last month.
Even now, my hand quivers from the gaping hole in it which is still
healing from my father's own dirk.
For many years now, i've been plainly put, a murderer. I've taken life
with no care for those whose life I took. I reveled in my ability to
kill and get wealthy off it..I thought it made me stronger and better
than society. That society deserved to die for its sins against my
friends and family.
Last month though, I met up with my true father in the Khandava council.
His name was Renaldo Elith, and for those who think me to be a truly
evil fellow, this man was far worse. He attempted to attack a pregnant
woman, and when I moved her out of the way of his thrusting dirk, he
targetted me, eventually chasing me into Kinsarmar, where I attempted to
fight him, only learn that he was indeed my father.
He took advantage of my unwillingness to act and quickly pinned me to
the ground in front of others, impaling my left arm with his dirk. He
left after, simply laughing.
Despite my attitude towards Peora, she helped to remove the dirk from my
hand, where I foolishly went after him, tracking him to Stavenn, into
the abandoned Noctusari guildhall. I was quickly jumped and knocked out.
When I awoke, various cuts had been carved into my body, and with what
strength I had I managed to get Peora to send me a portal, again,
despite how i've treated her.
I barely made into the portal, quickly falling to the ground after
entering. This is where perhaps the oddest thing occurred. It is known
to many that I robbed Nelcov..And yet..I am told in my darkest hour he
defended me from my father.
I don't remember much after, except finding myself in the alcove in the
Kinsarmar Inn, laying in Peora arms carrying more cuts and gashes, my
hand bound in rope. When my eyes could make things out once more, I saw
Nelcov using his Vodun skills to decimate my father, who, foolishly
mentioned that it was he who killed my mother. I lost myself..Foolishly
going into a bloodlust on my father's now burning body, Peora's harmony
vibe quickly healing me enough to fight.
My father died, and I lived. Only though because of the aid of those who
I had wronged. It has taught me a lot. I was never right in what I
did..There is good amongst our world..And I wish to embrace it as a
friend, rather than harm it any longer.
On that note, I wish to publically announce my dropping of my dirk.
Unless defending for getting retribution on one who harmed me, I shall
not fight. No longer for money..For favors..Nothing like that.
Life's too precious to simply take away without reason.
Be well, all.
Anarion Reopev
Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Ferinus, in the year 413 AD.
