Role

Chapter 1

Journal, Page One
Perhaps it is strange that I never kept a history of myself prior to the
Academy. While I was in school, I watched quietly while many put their
lives into their little books, never knowing whether they would be shared
with another or found by some wandering spirit looking for their next
adventure.

The time has come perhaps to put my own thoughts to the page. To begin,
if you are reading this, my name is Faenral Daerisse. As of this
writing, I am a Necromancer of the eleventh guild rank. The path that
brought me to the guild in the first place was my desire to help others
be rid of the worst diseases and curses. I had thought that by learning
more about them, it would be a simple matter to learn better ways of
abolish them from the body of those affected by them.

As a child, I was very nave. I voluntarily stained my soul and tarnished
my very Spirit to accomplish a goal I believed I could achieve. At the
time however, I did not pause to think about the cost of making that
progress. I thought there was no harm in study and experimentation. Id
thought that as long as I maintained controlled conditions, no harm would
come of it. I continued along that train of thought until Id met
Panaver, and later the Fanged Mistress Deaer.

They asked me the hard questions. Could you accomplish this without
killing innocent people? Can you discover these means without spreading
the plagues yourself?

The short answer was no. The path I followed with blind conviction had
failed me. I had never asked myself these questions. I never believed
failure was a possibility. My chosen path had failed me. My blind
conviction and hunger for knowledge would have consumed me long before I
realized I had fallen away from my path and been consumed by the
encroaching shadows.

My new path, illuminated by Panaver and Deaer, brought me to the Lord of
Archons Corrlaan. Through Him, I seek redemption. Before I had even
sought him out, I had voluntarily forsaken every magic taught by the
Guild of Necromancy. In truth, I had been so bold as to announce my
choice to forsake this magic in front of the Lord Corrlaan without him
saying I should do so.

My name is Faenral Daerisse. I have abandoned the Necromancers guild. I
have forsaken their magic. If the Lord of Archons grants me the honor if
my path leads me to Redemption, I would hope to be a priest in his name.
Let this journal help those that would walk the same path as I. There are
always consequences to the choices we make. I must now atone for my sins
committed out of Pride.