Since I assume few people will care enough to read this entire post, I
shall post the main point here at the top:
I have quit my guild.
I have quit my class.
I have quit my city.
I have quit... my order
All former enemies are forgiven, though I do not expect the same in
return.
Now, for those of you that care, why:
I had started as a shadowsnake. No. Warlock. No. Ashura. Yes. It seemed.
But no.
As I drifted from guild to guild, trying to find what is right for me, I
stayed loyal to but one thing: Lord Sartan. The God of Evil.
No guild seems right for me. I failed as a shadowsnake. I failed as a
warlock. And now I have failed as an Ashuran.
But I have come to a shocking realization. I have been in the wrong
order. I have been following the wrong principles. I have been in the
wrong city. I don't belong in any city.
Do I even belong in Achaea at all? I wonder
Sartan, read below my reasoning, before You begin to hurl divine bolts
of lightning at me.
You, Sartan, God of Evil. You are nothing. You are a worm. You are lower
than a humgii. I reject You. I reject the Ashura. I reject my city. I
reject myself.
Do I have a path in life? I believe I do. What path stands out the most?
I wish not to fight, unwise as it may be, considering that I will most
likely now be hunted by Sartan's sheep endlessly.
I can not fight anyways. Angelina easily defeated me twice, finally
showing me that I have failed as an Ashuran. Her, a mere woman, 70% my
might? Perhaps my views on women have also been wrong. Perhaps all my
views are wrong. I now hold no views. I am a clean slate.
I am a shaven sheep. Perhaps waiting to be skinned.
I babble, I know. Enough of the fluff. Enough of my ramblings. My last
choice in life, you ask? I wish to become what I have hated all along.
Perhaps deeply seeded inside of me I have hated the druids because I
envied them. Their freedom, their compassion, their lives. No longer. My
strings are cut.
I am but a black sheep. Though, dark I am...
I have seen the light.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Aeguary, in the year 285 AF.