Hello
I believe I owe everyone who remembers me an apology, particularly those followers of Eris, as well as followers of any god (except for maybe the Infernals). Allow me to explain my actions:
I was away from the land for a long time. I used to be an upstanding Kharon monk, but then I walked away from it. I went unseen for a good many years, and in those years something strange happened to me. I became delusional, convinced of the second coming of Sartan. I heard voices, and began to obsess over them. I walked naked into Hashan and started to preach, and even had people who believed me. To them I also owe a great apology. At one point, I crossed the line. I insulted Eris, a goddess whom I had offered many corpses and gold to. Still raving mad, I took into hiding and eagerly awaited the return of my "master."
Somehow the recent events with Deucalion, Twilight, and Thoth reawakened me. My sanity returned, and I see the error of my ways. I know not of any divinity's plans, and am so terribly sorry to anyone whom I mislead or insulted. I said some incendiary things, and I humbly return to beg forgiveness to all who hold a grudge
I'm sorry, and will be out of the land again for an unspecified amount of time. I need to gather my thoughts and see where I'm headed in life. Maybe I'll take the gift that Deucalion offered.
You never know

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Phaestian, in the year 242 AF.