The 13th of Variach is a day I will never forget. That night I had a
vision. I realized that even Murad, long regarded as one of the most
evil beings on Sapience, still had the potential for good. With this in
mind, I decided to try and convert him. Unfortunately, my plan did not
have the consequences I intended.

I found him in the spectator stands in Delos. I approached him and
immediately began preaching to him, trying to persuade him of the truth
of the light. Needless to say, he did not take to kindly to my actions.
He attacked me, and was ruthless, first withering one of my legs. A kind
soul nearby tried to pull me from danger, but it was already too late.
Murad quickly withered all my limbs and let me sit there in agony for a
short time. Then, with and evil glint in his eye, he began vivisecting
me. As he finished, he promised me that I would deal with more than just
death, he would curse me forever. That was the last thing I heard as he
shoved my sternum through my body.

When I awoke, having been given new life by Varian, I noticed something
was wrong. My armor felt heavier, yet my movements felt faster. When I
looked down, I noticed I was no longer a human. He had turned me into a
rajamala! And then I noticed on my arms were a pair of silver bracers,
and around my neck was a deck of tarot cards. A note was left in the
deck for me. It said: "Enjoy your fate Trombor, for now you look just
like me. And if you try and take off the bracers or the deck of tarot,
you will die."

I wept when I realized what I had happened. I will have my vengeance
someday, and someday I will kill Murad, and will make myself free of
this curse. Until that day, I wait patiently, building up strength and
preparing for the day when I shall be free from my nightmare.

Penned by my hand on the 14th of Variach, in the year 96 MA.