Born into this world in the slums of Thakria to good peasant stock. From the moment the midwife smacked my behind and I gave her a curt slap across the face, Thakria knew a good son had been born.

Growing up with Sevenius guiding my every move I quickly excelled beyond all expectations and was granted a scholarship to the City University. It was there I learnt my trade in death and I relished the militia course which became one of my highest grades. Moving swiftly on to the Cavaliers guild I was unshakeable in the faith I held within my own city.

Rising to the rank Baron of that same city and later the honour of guildmaster in the Cavaliers cemented my reputation as a blue blooded Thakrian. A city I still serve faithfully to this day from the cradle to the grave.

No sides have been switched in my entire existence , that can be plainly shown in help arturo for all those interested. What can be plainly seen in Help fistandantilus is a lot of bit part acting and much more blustering. Do stop, your reputation as a fighter is well marked, your reputation as an idiot grows by the day.

Written by my hand on the 23rd of Paglost, in the year 1132.