Darroth's autobiography is gold (I was 14-15 I believe)

Darroth

Please excuse the grammar/spelling. I think any old players will especially love this. 

You read what is written on a sparkling midnight blue journal:

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Autobiography

By: Darroth Vallah

I was born a rajamala in Mhaldor to High Lord August

Vallah and Deeva Rian. There, my father bred me to become a Maldaathi

knight like himself. I lived there until the age of 30, hunting and

killing anyone who obstructed my path. My bloodlust was never quenched,

no matter how many people I murdered. In the Maldaathi, I trained my

body and mind to endure whatever pain awaited me on the battlefield,

nearly destroying all feelings of the human mind. It wasn't until I met

a certain person that I could be freed and cleansed of this evil lust

for death. When I first came across this individual, I was rampaging

through Shallam on the streets of Zanzibaar looking to up my kill-count.

As I raised my sword to slice this man to ribbons, I was transfixed by

the glazed, undaunted look in his eyes. It left me flustered that this

man did not show any sort of primordial fear for death, only a calming

sense of repose surrounding him. Before this encounter, I could smell

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and taste the fear in my victims when they knew the certainty of the

bloodshed that awaited them. Confused by this experience, I left wounded

to gather my thoughts back home in Mhaldor. There, I thought of

everything: my ideals, my family, my House, my city, and the Gods that I

prayed to. During this period, I conversed with the individual that left

me puzzled on the streets of Shallam. With his words he awakened my mind

to the sins and crimes I had committed, slowly changing my outlook on

this world in which we lived. Awoken by his words, I left Mhaldor and

the Maldaathi and sought refuge in Shallam. I was taken in by this man,

the Sultan at the time, Sir Alban Stormcrow.

As a result of my decision, I was cast out of the Vallah clan by my own

father - something that to this day pains my soul. Also, as is common

for traitors to the city of Evil, I was hunted down by Mhaldorians for

my betrayal. I used the last of my Necromancy to brush aside their

pitiful attempts to defeat me. As their failed attacks slowed, I was

approached by a man named Rangor Corten, the mortal symbol of Eleusis.

He began talking with me about joining the Sentinels of Nature and the

village of Eleusis, both of which piqued my interest. After some

discussion, I joined both and rose through the ranks of the Sentinels,

eventually earning the rank of Guardian, the most prestigious title a

Sentinel could wear in the field of combat. I became an ally of Shallam

shortly after joining the House, around the age of 32. During my

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citizenship in Eleusis, Lady Artemis, Goddess of the Cataclysm, was

awakened. I was immediately interested in joining the Lady's order, and

I was inducted as an original member. There, I found the family that I

lost in the Vallah clan. The Anachaine we were called, the tribe was the

family I'd have been searching for since my ousting. I called Eleusis my

home for a long period of time, but I knew deep inside that my heart

longed for its true, destined home in the grand city of Shallam. I spoke

with the leader of the House and he granted me permission to quit the

Sentinels, so I left to become a citizen of Shallam.

As a long time ally of their city, my induction into the city was a

smooth transition, and I soon joined the ranks of the Guardians, the

Templars of today. My heart felt resolve at this new undertaking, as I

had finally found my true home. In time, with the help of my mentor Sir

Silas Maynard - Shallam's newly crowned Sultan, I eventually ascended to

the noble rank of Knight within the Guardians, something I look back on

with a great sense of pride and honour. While living in Shallam, I had a

change of heart. As faith dwindled in my Goddesses, Her prolonged

absence only pressured me more to leave. At the time, I was influenced

by fellow minds that Lord Pentharian would be a better choice for me.

With that motivation, I left Lady Artemis's order and sought entrance

into Lord Pentharian's. As usual with Shallam, there was much conflict

and aniomosity within the city. The Sultan, the Gods and the Council

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were constantly arguing about where the city should go. It eventually

reached boiling point, and the Sultan and a group of citizens, mostly

soldiers in effect, left the city, myelf included.

As a new rogue without a home, I thought to myself that I could return

to Eleusis for the time being. There, I became a monk and learned the

ways of the mind, body and spirit. I honed my combat prowess under the

guidance of Spire Corten, a longstanding friend and comrade on the

battlefield. As a Sentinel again, I was appointed Head of the War

department. During this time, we re-raised our Icon, the Stag Crown,

that had fallen previously to the forces of Evil. We supplied ourselves

and trained for the inevitable clash on Nishnatoba. With help from

Shallam and the remnants of the Qashar, we fought against the forces of

Mhaldor, Ashtan and Hashan. With perseverance and critical strategy, we

eventually destroyed all of Mhaldor's Icons, leaving their city

demoralized. Justice served, the cities rejoiced together for the sweet

sense of victory that is savoured to this day.

But it wasn't the end; our enemies in Ashtan still held to their Icons.

Until, led by Dannyl Manyard, Shallam's Minister of War and the former

leader of Qashar, Ovid al-Aqsa, Shallam brought them crashing down. As

is the nature of Sapience, the tides have turned once in the favour of

the Light. However, during this war, much misunderstanding and trust

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began to brew between myself and my House Leader, Rangor Corten.

Eleusis's leadership was growing corrupt and weak, and I had been

contemplating taking my leave from the village and the House well before

the Icon wars. As I knew from the beginning, Shallam was my rightful and

correct home. So, once more, I left the same city and house to re-claim

my natural place in the city of Shallam. I now call the Sentaari my

brothers, and find myself in a city and House I expect to stay in

forever.

Carbine

That was a great read bro, cheers. Brought back some cool memories.