I write this post today, as to inform the world of the evils of
Necromancy and the ruin it can bring to ones Life and possibly Death as
well. There is no better way to get this message across than by means of
sharing with you all my own personal experience, my history, and why I
want to follow the new path of the Cleric guild.
When I was a wee bitty young one, to make a long story short, my mother
was a Wardancer and from what I remember of my biological father, he was
a Diavlous. I was left in Stavenn, poor and abused, so I left that place
and was found by a humble man, Anacreon Conwalla, who led me to Antioch
and its Wardancer guild. I remained in that guild for about 2 years. I
left because I was confused,and wanted to journey out on a quest for
power and mystic. The necromancy of my father was calling back to me,
and I left my Antioch home to return to the darkness of Stavenn.

While in Stavenn, I was given the oppurtunity to be as my father was.
Dark and tainted. And that indeed did happen. I became as my father, a
leader amongst the Diavlous. I stayed there for many years, 20 infact.
In the beggining, I thought that this might not be my right path, but
the necromancy bound me to its deeds. I could not leave.

After I the feelings of love, fear, and death became numb to me, the
taint drove me to do things I had never thought of. I tortured my family
and former freinds with lude and terror. I aided in the slaughter of
many. I hungered for undeath. I had fallen slave to the powers of
Necromancy and could not escape.

After years of numbness, ire, and drive for wickedness, I felt my body
become weak. I was living in paranioa, and everything around mebegan to
change. I could not look at things the way I used to. I could not taste
food in the way it was meant to be tasted. I could not feel things as
others could feel them. I realized that I was no longer alive. I had
lost my power to choose. I did as the taint told me. I was not the
living creature that I was meant to be. I did not find myself with
power. I did not find my mystic. I did, however, find my purpose.

My purpose was not to be a mindless being. My purpose was to be a
knowledgable being, to bring happiness to others, by leading with my
heart and mind, not by the powers of necromancy.
So after a few happenings which I will not go into detail over as they
were quite excruciating and painful, I find myself broken free of
Necromancy. I have conquered this evil and wish to help others break
free of this captivity as well.

I have pronounced my wish to be a Cleric, preaching the Truthfulness of
the Gods, and breaking necromancy's bond from all those who wish to live
a life free of burden and captivity.

I only can hope that this has opened the eyes of those bonded to the
taint. Hopefully my experiences can show you that selling your soul is
just not worth it.
I would also like to take this time to apologize to all those, both
mortal and immortal, that I have wronged. I sincerly ask for forgivness
and will do anything (as long as it doesnt involve necromancy) to make
my wrongs into rights.

Thank you, beings of Aetherius,

Astridyna Ashtear

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Halitus, in the year 424 AD.