He finished the charges with the words you and the boy named Viper are sentenced to death, instantly a sword swung by slicing the head of my mother from her shoulders, wasting little time I ordered Viper from the house running behind him, we ran for what seemed like eternity afraid to stop. Finally as the sun set we hid away off the main road not knowing if we would live to see the next day. We eventually made it to the small town of Hashan where I found work and we blended in, the church seemingly in our past now, Viper began to speak with a secretive group there in Hashan and soon he left. I wondered the land after that till on my eighteenth birthday I met a monk named Changcoix, he told me about the Sentaari and how he had served them for several years, but how the cowards failed to realize their potential, I told him of my father and he only shock his head in disbelief, soon he offered me a position within the new order of monks known as the Kharon, there I learned the art of my guild, practicing my ar
Now you may ask why I have so much hatred, it is plainly seen here, I have this hatred and only the blood of my enemies can soothe the burning fires of my hatred. The mhun for what they did to my mother, the sentaari for the lack of vision, and the church for the heartless murder of my mother, all shall be avenged.
GrandMaster Laergon

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