Entry 1

Ramar suggested I start keeping a journal as a way to clear my mind. I have hit a wall in my training and he thinks that this might help. I am far less optimistic myself. He showed me the book he has kept thus far, a worn and weatherbeaten thing of less than a hundred pages. I was unimpressed by its decrepit condition. What did impress me were the details lifted from the few pages he deigned to share with me. Not a man of high birth or education, I found him lacking in the areas I excelled in: history, rhetoric, and arcane studies, yet his simple words moved me, carrying me beyond the high, grey walls of Ihzenthorne Manor to exotic locales (Graveland Wastes) and fierce battles between massive armies (Field of Frozen Blood). I can only hope that his journal began as simple as mine and, that like the seed of K’zych Tree, mine will start small and grow into a wondrous thing. Let me begin with the most difficult part.

Greetings, my name is Jhendayre of the noble House Ahrimanes and I murdered my mother.