I'm unsure how to begin this, yet...

It was, I believe, twenty three years ago. I was nineteen, and a young
aspiring scholar of your ranks. Completely innocent, I was unaware of
the dangers that lurked within the world. Ignorant of the horrors
Bloodloch held and the suffering of the Tasur'kean citizens. I can't
remember the date, but it was the first season I had experienced that
the landmarks accepted their offerings for darkness or light. It was a
cold night at the shrine of ascension. I was completely alone,
until....she came. It was nearly impossible to make a decision on her
fine details until she was upon me. The Duchess, Amaya Dhenar, with her
strange cold eyes glowing softly in the night. I was terrified. I fled
to Delos as fast as my mortal legs could carry me. Yet, an alluring
voice echoed in my head "I will not harm you, I wouldn't interfere with
the dark side of the landmarks". I returned, examined her closely, and
she told me the unimaginable. She.. was a Consanguine. A vampire. And
the first I had ever laid eyes upon. I was unware 'vampires' existed.
Too long ago was it that Emperor Abhorash was embraced. I must have
blocked it out, or ignored the ramblings of older Ashtan citizens.

Duchess Amaya had entranced me that night. These 'vampires', these
CONSANGUINE were beautiful, and the perfect research specimens. It was
at that time that my life became dedicated to researching these
"Consanguine". I spoke with all I could. Grand Duchess Ryv Bouchard,
Trish, and some Bouchard thrall who's name escapes me now. I began to
write a book for my fellow scholars, one that was never finished. That
is what binds me to you and your people to this day. Unfinished
business, so to speak.

In the month of Lanosian, the same month the Montaganet House fell into
ruin, I was given a potion. An experimental potion, made by the Lady of
Mischief herself. Three of us were there that fateful day, in Thera.
Methuselah, Oceania, and I. All drank this strange mixture presented to
us. I have been cursed since that day, with the repulsive form of an
imp.

My..m..mind hasn't functioned proper..ly since that day. Even now.. its
shown thru my witing. I can't concentrate on ..thing one... for a long
period of tyme. I'm ak..sing for the Occ..ulsts help in finding an
enchaneted object lost thuoughgh the riverr of tyme. 1 that hasd the
paower to hlep one tranzfurm body and mynd. I must.. get rid of this
body on.e.. for al. I... will fi..nsh th.. b...k ferrr yu of cnsnguine
if you wll. Occul...tists always need knawlodge. Pleez.

Grand Xanithe, o Nebar'sari

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Severin, in the year 92 MA.