I was raised in the slums of Ord and clawed my way out by any means necessary. I joined the military and became the scariest thing in the regiment. I fought any moral qualms about what I did and ignored the cries of my victims. While not having peace of mind I had found a balance within myself.
As I grew older I became tired of the military life, I wanted to enjoy life a little more. So I left and became a mercenary. I got an easy contract with some lord to keep his manor safe, that’s when things went to hell.
How was I to know the lord and his friends were fighting some sort of shadow war against all of the worst things from legend. Not to mention my secret friend who decided to join me, what a bitch.
Things were not all bad though. I saw secrets kept since the beginning, fought immortals, made war against dragons, and freed a god. I’d amassed quite a deal of wealth and power through my new friends.
Then, HE STOLE MY BOOK! That bastard, Dolly took the book from me and made off with it. Still I can’t entirely be mad at him, ever since I jumped through after him I’ve heard her sniveling less and less. The book is now back in my possession. However I am now beholden to the Lady Reen, she requires names from the book. I will give her names…