There once was a saint. Not one of the saints of great reknown such as
Servelan, but an average everyday saint. One day though, he came across
a heathen in Vinvi's parlour. He looked the heathen up and down, and
noticed a tattoo upon him claiming him to be of the Ivory Mark.
The saint begin to think to himself, so, this heathen thinks he has
honour. Well let us have some fun with him. He called forth the holy
hands that grasp at the evil heathens of the world, and asked his
soulmaster to gain power over this poor, poor heathen so that he might
save his soul.
The heathen called upon other heathens such as himself, and was
delivered from the hands of good that the saint had called forth. Then
the heathen had the gall to tell the saint that he was going to hunt
him. After this threat, the heathen hid out in Shallam, a place of
darkness and evil, and stayed until the saints words provoked him
outwards. They clashed, and the heathen died.
Sadly though, the heathen has yet to see the error of his ways.


Shalafi Necromancer Fitz Ximilus, the Dark One. aka Saint Fitz of the
Holy Cathedral.

Penned by my hand on the 22nd of Glacian, in the year 299 AF.