Lussihi Ebi the Hand of the Unseen, Kingpin of Galadon, Magistrate of Galadon

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Chapter 3

I have become quite the terrifying force against criminals, and while at one point
in time I was not interested in the position of Vindicator, I seek it with an utmost
thirsting desire, as I wish to teach those who won't recognize my magnificence through
my capable means. The Witch Ishuli seems idle in this front, but soon enough, it will be
mine, and the criminals will fear and have renown for my name.

I continue to this day to give father Morius opportunity to meet me, but it seems that the
attention I give to him is not received, it is disheartening. I never much saw myself as one
praise a deity, but Mistrirn has influenced me in this matter. Also I cannot let that
distasteful, spoiled little brat of a priest show me up. I am far better than she
is, and she only pales in comparison to me. Father Morius, I hope you soon realize
what you have missed out on when you do finally come to meet me.

I have accomplished much though for the Tribunal. Some of the most impressive criminals
Have been apprehended by me. It is only to be expected that I deserve to be put
a position of leadership in the Spire, or even the specialty of Vindicator, only under the
Provost. I am perhaps impatient for recognition, but at the same time, the delay
of recognition by the gods is infuriating, as if they have something better to do
than pay notice to me, Lussihi Ebi. I know why though, they are bashful, they are
shy to come into my presence, because there has not been a mortal so intriguing
that I cannot expect anything less though, Comparing oneself to me is quite a daunting
reality.

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Chapter 2

Oh, how glorious it has been to see that smug look on those in the Hamsah guild
turn to ash right before me, when I became a magistrate. Though I never served
in Hamsah, word traveled quickly, causing them to know trouble was coming for
their misdeeds against the wonderful, beautiful, extravagant, great, magnificent,
...Oh, you get the picture. There is non better than I, and ego is no such
factor, when it's true.

I made a request to the Provost, to see about taking the post of Galadon,
So that I may begin my journey of leading a guild I was not blackballed from.
I at first had a rather large opposition, that of a high herald elf who had
the luck of the gods, or so I heard, and coin came to them as if they were
gathering it like water from the sea. I didn't stand much of a chance without
getting the popular vote, once I gained a seat on the Galadon's elite council.
Good thing she met an early grave, or that might have been a long journey to overcome
Such an obstacle. Though now, I'm in competition with a younger thief, who also
claims to have a knack for the gambling habit.

Regardless, I push forward for my goals, for my ambitions, for the world to know
how magnificent I am. Is being Vain really THAT bad? I think not, especially
when you got it to strut it. I am currently in the lead of guild donations over
this runt, though no doubt they had some sort of backing from the village elders
even if they claim they haven't. Regardless, I am so well loved, many donate to
the cause of making me the queen pin, what more can I say on how great I truly am
winning the hearts of friends and fools alike.

Mistrirn, what a slothful dear, I have come to quite endear. They have persuaded
me to go have a look in the church of Morius, I do think I am attracted to
the lord of sin to swoon over me, it's only fitting. I offer myself to be visited by
them, so in time, I hope they come to know just how beneficial it would be
for them to know me. I will continue to make my self present for them in the church
until that envious desire to be me overwhelms them in meeting me.

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Chapter 1

Born and raised in Hamsah, I lived a rather glum childhood. My father was
a bodyguard to the whore house, while my mother was a mistress there. I was
a child out of wedlock, to two filthy disgusting parents. They didn't seem
to ambitious or organized with their efforts in life, and typically spend most
days either drunk or on the pipe weed, or other things that made them rather
crazed at times. I didn't stick around too terribly long in my youth but to
escape such a household, but with no experience and very little teaching, I
soon found myself a lackey amongst the thieves guild in Hamsah. As I grew up I learned the
skills it took to survive, and even in some cases obtain a large purse of coins
though, it was never enough. After several successful jobs, the success went to
my head a bit. I became cocky, and vain in my talents. Kidnapping high value
targets, and working with the pros at such a young age. I began to think I was
the gift the thieves guild needed to prosper, but perhaps that arrogance
was too much for the elites, which ended up becoming something the Bandit king
at the time did not like. I was cast out and blackballed from the Hamsah guild.

I began my journey as an adventurer, skilled in the art of thievery, but I was
without a guild. I studied at the less renowned guilds for a long time, training
my techniques of binding with the guild in Ayr'Trinil. An odd guild leader he was
more into a bondage sense of things, than the actual craft of thievery and bringing
gold to the guild, but the studying was yet impeccable. Though he did creep on me
a bit, I had worse.

I plotted a way to get back at the guild, and came across the idea of joining the
Blood Tribunal, an organization of maintaining the law. Which in this case I would
use for steady income, and to get back at the guild and criminals, taking their
loot lawfully. It was genius, I thought, knowing the trade and taking the loot they
obtained through crime. What better way to get back at them. This also meant that the
guilds could not prevent me from entering them, regardless of membership, when I was on duty.
So I set out to become a magistrate while still honing my skills.

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