***I warn you, I don't even understand what it is I was trying to say/do here. I just knew I wanted to be evil and try not to follow Eshval.. failed miserably. Suggestions all welcome.***

It seems I have come into my own. It seems only yesterday I was a mere
messenger for others. The guild and brotherhood did not take me very
seriously. I am not sure I did at the time either. It felt almost like
drifting on an endless sea of the mundane. I make my way at the end of
a sword. The brotherhood of the dark sun take no notice still. They
are as unforgiving as the desert I was born to, it will take time, but
I hear the call. It is an itch now, just conceived in the back of my
mind. He calls to me, wants me to do his work. The nets have meaning
afterall. Wealth, polution of the sanctuaries, carnality, blood, rites
and ceremony that all center in lust. I no longer drive ahead with the
common. The chasm. That is where his voice will be closer. I will gain
my place that I might hear Belial's voice clearer.