Trinsif the Master Songsmith, Imperial Blade

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Chapter 4

I have been promoted. Eoria has seen my dedication, unlike the Warmaster.
It is truly a glorious day. For both myself and the Empire. Darkness and
Order. Praise Lord Khasotholas. I shall have to work doubley hard now to
attain Warmaster in a decent amount of time. It seems I am taking on a
reputation in Seantryn Modan. I was in need of a sword the other day after
running into a small dragon and so went to the town to get one off the
soldiers there.Being Imperial property I thought nothing of it really.
However, the soldier REFUSED. I explained that he indeed worked for the
Empire and that I would need his sword and again he refused. And so, I was
forced to rebuke this officer. It proved mortal. Apparently, a fellow
officer, a friend of his no doubt, walked in as I sang one of my more epic
dirges. I was forced to kill him. Well, it's time those soldiers learned
their place in the Empire anyway. They are so far from the Palace I think
they sometimes forget themselves. Its a good learning experience for the
rest.

Me a Blade. My parents would be so proud.

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Chapter 5

My story. Yes, an autobiography of sorts I guess. My memoirs. Oh yes, I
like that. Let's see, where to begin? My mother was a drow elf slave and my
father a Centurion of the glorious Empire. She was given to him by a
father shining his marvelous armor. Ahhh, my father, so cunning. One would
have to be with my mother trying to kill him at every turn in the early years
of my life. HAH. I remember once when she tried to poison his soup, I had
just hurt myself on something or other and when she went to check on me he
watered his down and changed bowls with her. She was sick for a week. And,
of course, there was the weekly stabbing attempts and such, though they got
to be half hearted towards the end if you ask me. I know that my father came
to care about her deeply. As for me, I loved living within the Empire. It
was perfect in every way. It is the embodiment of civilization and society.
So you can imagine how shocked I was when father came home one day and told
me that we we're leaving to live in the underdark. The UNDERDARK. I was
flabbergasted. He said that mother had always wanted to go back to her home
and that he thought it was a good time for us to move. It's strange now,
looking back, how smart father was, and yet how he never saw it coming. I,
of course, could never let this happen. The mere thought of living outside
the Empire, of living in some cave, was to gruesome to bare. And so it was
with a heavy heart that I turned them in to the nearest Centurions. I had
to create a small dark altar in the basement of our house. A few strange
prophecies, dark candles, a pentagram. Luckily, i had a flair for writing
and what I left was quite convincible along with my acting. They were carted
away as heretics, students of the Scions, and I was of course commended for
my courage at turning them in. Though it was for their own good, it is
sometimes sad what one must do to help their family.

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Chapter 1

The Empire grows strong. Eoria is now War Master, and soon will be Emperor I
have no doubt. Leaving me to take her place. I must be ready.I have
decided that I must be clear of mind if I am to lead. No more will the drink
touch my lips. The Guildmaster has shown me new ways to focus and I will use
them to take my rightful place. It is as father and mother would have wanted
it.

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Chapter 2

Some days life is too kind. A small bit of revenge on Jhuutr as I let the
fool die to the Marans. And he call's ME an idiot. Poor cow has no idea who
he deals with. He then threatens my demotion, but, as per usual, is
completely impotent as I return the Codex. Of course, the War Master then
promotes HIM. I see what happens to my beloved Empire, I watch as people
such as Eoria and myself are passed by and as true simpletons as the rape-cow
are promoted and I fear for our future. But, for now it seems, I will just
have to hold on to the vision of the poor foolish calf caught in a trap,
slobber dripping down his bovine mouth, calling me the idiot. Hehehe. Who
is the fool rape-cow, who is the fool.

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Chapter 3

Jhuutr is a fool. He possesses the tactical knowledge of an infant and
weakens the Empire by demoting me. When I am War Master, those of his ilk
will not get far. They can be of use, of course, but not of any use in any
position of power. Bad decisions such as these are what hurts our glorious
Empire the most. This is a tragedy indeed. But the indignation must be
suffered through for the good of the Empire. But what can one expect from
the product of rape. Civilized, I think not.