As usual, you do little but trudge through the past. Well, as long as we are bringing up histories and help files now, I shall take a moment to thank the gods that mine does not resemble yours; Filled with failure, rejection, and demotions. No, Dunccan - I move forward. I searched for my place, and found it, in the presence of the very God who brought about my defeat.

I trusted you once, Dunccan. You tested it, abused it, blundered and shouted and ordered, then turned around when I needed you. You told me I was foolish, unworthy. I never did believe in Justice, Dunccan. I believed in you, until in a long overdue moment of clarity, I saw you for the fool you where. I left Castigere's order to make you suffer, to watch you beg me to stay, to laugh when you told me how you'd not go on if I left you. I doubt I'll be satisfied until every last poor wretch who ever believ

ed in you, renounces you and leaves you, alone, weeping to yourself for all you have lost. Perhaps then you will understand what you are.

Springdalians, little awe filled paladins and wizards, Fedaykin... I warn you now. Leave this man, he will do no good for you. His cause is only himself, and his influence crumbles. The only thing that keeps him in ANY position to look down on you, is his strength in combat.

Esprii Belial

Written by my hand on the 16th of Agamnion, in the year 1143.