Entering the world of Achaea a young man/woman found themselves very
defeceless and thus set about on a path to improve their skills and
thus succeed hopefully in a world where very man die from failure.
This person joined the guild and found that it was very hard to stay
alive early on with all of the battles happening around him/her but
they realized that if they acted smart and used their wits they could
avoid battle on others terms and fight when they were ready. It
seemed to him/her that this world was very brutal and violent and
he/she was very impressed by the druids/priests who tried to live in
peace without battle. Unfortunately him/her saw that this was very
hard to come by in a land where pure evil and pure good Gods littered
the immortal plane. Him/her found out that there is a constant
battle for the grey line. To keep evil from having too much power and
good from having too much as well. Him/her revelled in the sights and
sounds around and found that although this world was violent, it was
his/her world and thus he/she set out once more after dodging an arrow
and hoped that the next day life would be a little easier.

None should have to explain their actions but yet they should at least
be prepared for punishment for their actions thus the evil bastard
who kills all for little or no reason will get his in the end because
that is how the world works.

Penned by my hand on the 13th of Miraman, in the year 196 AF.
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