Well it has been asked of me several times why I have so much hatred, so I have decided to allow the populace of Achaea a brief insight into my past. This should explain my hatred. Once there was this young lady named Tamara, she met a young Sentaari Monk known as Elrion, the two soon fell in love and witht the blessing of the GrandMaster of Flowers soon married. Five years after their marriage Tamara gave birth to a young boy, they named him Laergon, an ancient word meaning "he destined for greatness".
A couple of years passed and one day the young couple were wondering around the wilderness south of Ashton, when a storm came the two sought refuge in a cave, little did they know that it was the entrance to the city of Moghedu, once in there they were set upon by Mhun guards. Elrion following his Sentaari belief refused to raise a hand against the Mhun and watched as they carried his wife off and raped her, the mhun seemingly satisfied with raping the woman ordered the two to leave or die. Slowly the two crawled from Moghedu,
A few days passed and Tamara slowly recovered from her attack, Elrion never did, guilt stricken over not saving his life, Elrion hung himself. Soon after the death of Elrion Tamara learned that she was once again pregenant, she waited out the pregency and gave birth to a male mhun, with snake like tongue, she promptly named the boy Viper and cared for her the same as she did her first born. Soon rumours spread through the town speaking of the abnomination that Tamara had born and accusations of her being a witch rose. One day on my 15th birthday, a group of men in armour bearing steel swords approached my home, Tamara, my mother, greeted them. A man wearing white robes known only as the Arch Prelate began to read a list of charges
To be continued...

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Scarlatan, in the year 189 AF.
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