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Chapter 6

Refusing the Shadow Lord
Added Sun Sep 8 18:43:50 2013 at level 46:

At a young age, I was approached by the Shadow Lord, Gedunthos Veldrin'ultrin,
offering sweet words - of power and revenge. He me riches and armors beyond
my wildest dreams. He promised me that his guild would support me in my war
against the magi. He promised me anything I wanted, as long as I swore his
Blood Oath.

He seemed to desperately want me to become a recruit of his Shadow Sect.

As an orphan, I always wished a family, ones who would love and protect me,
and ones I could love and protect in return - and I very much wanted to
accept his proposition. His rough but silky tongue wooed me, noone had ever
taken an interest in me... ever. And because I had never had family, power,
revenge or support, I was tempted by his offer.

What concerned me, however, was how freely it was offered.

Nothing had ever been given to me in myentire life, and to have *everything*
I've ever wanted handed to on me on a silver platter just seemed too good to
be true. So I held Gedunthos at bay, fending off his advances, while looking
for the strings that *had* to be attached to his offer. My cautious
observations paid off.

What Gedunthos never spoke with me about was the Empire's pecking order.
To accept the Oath and become a lowly foot soldier, to be expected to follow
orders from anyone and every citizen who made one, did not sit well with
me at all. To be bought into a life of slavery seemed eerily similar to
the lives the 517 souls on my slave ship were destined to endure.

What solidified my decision to refuse his offer was that while I was still
contemplating what he had offered me, quite a few Citizens attempted to
"persuade" me into joining - by force.

A life of servitude to another mortal, any mortal, would not be for me.