My brother and I, two streetwise rogues of Grimsbend, took up the shadowy mantle of thieves to fill our bellies with stolen morsels. But it was The Order of the Serpent that changed the course of our fate. My brother, driven by a fervent belief in their cause, urged us into the serpent's grip, promising us a steady stream of sustenance.
 
One fateful day, we stumbled upon a clandestine meeting where Umbra, the leader, discussed the elevation of a close friend. We concealed ourselves in the shadows, witnesses to a sinister ritual that would haunt my nightmares for eternity. The darkness swallowed our courage, and we fled, desperate to forget what we'd seen.
 
However, our escape led us straight into the clutches of Umbra and his monstrous enforcers. In that dire confrontation, my brother met his tragic end, and I, stabbed through the chest, teetered on the precipice of death.
 
In the final moments before oblivion claimed me, our lifeless bodies were cast from the cult's tower. Fate, in its capricious cruelty, saw fit to spare my life, but not without consequence. My fall was softened by my brother's body, his sacrifice the only reason I drew another breath. Though my body remained intact, my spirit lay shattered, aching for vengeance.
 
Desperate and dying, I cried out into the abyss, a plea for retribution, for the power to avenge my fallen kin. In the shadows of my despair, an ancient and malevolent force answered my call, its chilling promises of power luring me into its grasp. Without hesitation, I accepted the devil's pact, binding my fate to the pursuit of destruction, vowing to tear the serpent's heart from their wretched cult.