Vezrith the Dark Ripper, Sheathed Blade

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Chapter 6

Ahh.. My earlier days, my childhood. Yes, all those years
I spent scavenging the Underdark, living off the trash of
others.. I was invisible to all, a wandering soul desperately
clinging to the plane of existance. An unshaped youth. I used
to think it was a curse, but I've come to realize it was truly the
most invaluable of blessings. You see, all mortals are forged by
the Gods in their own likeness. As the ages pass, events and upbringing
continuously reshape and distort the mold the Gods have so graciously
created for us. With this came irrational, falsified ideas of morals,
completely blinding and repelling them from their true desires, causing
them to even further deviate from the God's blueprints.

I however, am the rare exception-- the flawless, unrefined specimen derived
from the very mold layed out by the Gods. Having no interaction with others,
completely neglected by family and society alike, I was able to stand
uninfluenced by the world around me, free to see Thera for what it rightly
is. Imagine a clean slate, absorbing every scrap of truth and honesty these
lands has to offer with complete unbias. Imagine the enlightenment, the
clarity, the focus one would be able to achieve with such a gift.. I am truly
blessed. It is no doubt that it is what the God's had intended for every mortal
upon Thera's creation.

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Chapter 5

I observed the dark-elven city of Teth Azeleth during my stay in the
dark confines of the Underdark, finding only a vague sense of reason
in their construct. Their approximation of 'Order' is very one-dimensional.
I'm quite ashamed to be born amongst them, despite the fact that I am
far superior to they. Regardless, there is no hope left there.

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Chapter 4

It is not that I despise those with barbaric instincts.. In fact, I pity
them more than most others. They lack direction, they've strayed from the
God's path. Broken, wandering souls.. They simply must be destroyed for
the coming Order to flourish.

It is quite common that I see savage killer types randomly striking at
other travelers and the like, perhaps to prove dominance, or for whatever
other selfish means. This utterly disgusts me. Such acts are simply barbaric.
Not to say that I do not dampen my blades a good bit, but I do so for the
purposes of war. In war, you see- death is a political statement that cannot
simply be ignored. Anything else however, is merely a primitive act of
aggression, something I deliberately avoid.

It is for these reasons that I leave a single, withered rose to each fallen
foe. A representation of beauty and perfection gone awry-- as well as a
tiny sentiment for the deceased I pity so.

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Chapter 3

Upon my journey to the surface, I've come to find others who share similar
views of Order. They call themselves the 'Subjugators of Nations'. They
seem to be slow off at the moment, but with a bit of guidance from me at
reins, I feel they could taste greatness. I've already taken an oath of
blood, binding me to this faction. It is only a matter of time, now.

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Chapter 2

I climb the Imperial ranks at a steady pace, which is not at
all surprising after seeing the incompetent oafs they call the
'Elite'. Not to mention the War Master Qileor, he seems to have
little to him, no goals or aim. It leaves me completely mind-boggled
that no one has come to claim the title for themselves, he practically
begs to be relieved of it. All the same, it will make it an easier climb
towards the Throne. Ahh, and the Emperor, hmm.. he seems to have become
worn, and... sedated--likely from all those tiresome years spent scratching
his way to the top. Still, he must have been able to strike a good bit of
fear in the hearts of many back in his day to gain such lasting respect.
Regardless, those days are long past. What this Empire needs now is a fresh
mind to redirect its efforts towards the true goal that many have seem to
forgotten, or perhaps been too blinded by their lust for power to comprehend..
Power comes from civilization and order, not vice versa.

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Chapter 1

The position of War Master that was promised to me by the former
Emperor(before ascending into the heavens) has somehow been filled
by the dim-whitted giant, Hunsobo. He does not seem to do anything
of worth for our cause, only gathers trinkets and the like. So far
he has used his command to make peace with the damnedable Village
barbarians--quite possibly the most disgusting act I've yet to see
of him. Still, he seems rather submissive to me, despite the fact
that he outranks me in command. He has not yet dared to command me,
perhaps he too senses my superiority. I have been promoting other
Blades through the ranks, reprimanding the unruly-- all whilst
heading the Sect in donations..all things fitting of a War Master,
but still I somehow lack the title. Bah.

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