Greetings all,

I hope you find my writing ability much better than before. My life has
had many changes, but as always I ask that those of you who do not care
for my words, do not read my words. Your time is much better spent else
where I am sure. Perhaps even in the Halls of the One I dedicated my
life too.

This is a primarily is a message too Lord Dhaivol and Aren.

Lord Dhaivol, I dedicated my life too You. I took over the Teradrim in a
want, a desire, to see Your name grow Strong and Feared in the realm. I,
with other Teradrim gave up Life in favor of Your ways and looked for
You, searched for Your Will and through Your Power, brought You here, to
Sapience.

I fronted the money for Your Order and taught the first of Your children
on the scraps You fed me.

I devoted my whole to You. Who I am was devoted to You. Do You remember
Lord? When You marked me with Your symbol? The Glowing Hourglass that
resides within me, shining forth to show that I am Your first Child of
modern times. Now all it is, is a memory, a scar to mock me when I think
of You.

You wished to put me below others because I had not the time to spend
awake in Service to You and took a simple message as a threat, so be it,
this is how my time has ended.

To Aren, I grieved you, though you may not remember it, I challenged
you, that my Lord could treat me favoured, to remember my Deeds and lift
me up for my work for Him. Many days we would debate this, my stance of
Death opposing you ever.

Aren, I sacrificed you in His name. I took your life using the powers He
gave me. Wrongly my short sighted attitude brought you pain as you were
give to Him as a gift. One of the light, sacrificed in a display of
power and honour. But you were right Aren, He turned His back on me and
now all I have left is this.

As useless as I am Aren, I offer my undead state to you in servitude.

Do as you will.

Penned by my hand on the 10th of Midsummer, in the year 183 MA.