My black career began as a mortal priest of the impish race. I achieved
the paths and prayers necessary for the baptism of faith, and when the
guild was disbanded I went to serve the darkness of the house of
Bahir'an. The foolish and misguided drive for power against the scales
of luck stripped me of power and I ended my life. My spirit was not long
to float in the ether for I soon emerged from the womb of a mhun and
sought balance in the path of the Sentaari monk. Even there my thoughts
turned to the ways of blood and death for I soon joined the cult of
blood and soul in it's dark revelries. The fangs of my sire brought an
end to my life and the relationship I had of closeness with the Sentaari
and house of Bahir'an. My time was spent wandering the world looking for
blood and seeking the ways of undeath within myself. When able I took
the first of many childer and made many mistakes and wasted much
potential, both within myself and through all of the people whose lives
I cut short. I have harmed the hearts of many people and seek to
apologize for the errors of my past and bring closure to that part of my
existence. Thank you for reading this far.

In blood,
Lucimal

Penned by my hand on the 1st of Midsummer, in the year 188 MA.