Strahl's Journal, March 16th

The story straight.
 
I'm going to write it down, I can't trust myself to tell the truth.
 
I had to fight to survive on the streets of Gornia. Some folks are born with silver spoons in their mouth, but not me. I was no fortunate son. That was when I began to realize theft and murder is for fools, and that the only way I could protect myself was through my tongue and the manipulation of the rats around me. That's when I was plucked off the streets by the very government that cast me out, sent to fight their war, commit their theft and murder. But I kept my head down, figured I serve my couple years and I'd be able to go home, find love, settle down, but no. That's never how life treats you. 13 long years. 13 years robbed from me, 13 years of running, killing, fear and conquest. Castilvis was a nightmare, and one I never woke from. When I got back, I was inspired. Damn the ones on top! I'm going to use my natural silver tongue to protect the small man, and so I studied hard. Moving to So, Eventually, I became a fully-fledged lawyer, and a damn good one too. I helped people, and met so many colorful characters (including an odd run-in with a fey I believe awoke the arcane powers within me) , it was truly my golden year. That was until I defended the wrong man, and ended up opposed to The Hamilton Thieves' Guild. They had me running their schemes, lies and I dug the pit deeper for myself, seeing some use in me rather than killing me. The more money I ran, murderers I scammed out free, I found myself unable to escape my own lies. With the threat of my life if I ran from the guild, I had to commit to my opportunity. When Varis and Jack came along by coincidence, I jumped on the opportunity to travel away, with the benefit of comrades to protect me. We did odd jobs, and I felt my powers grow, but I also felt an evil fall over me. The lies I now easily forged kept catching up to me, and I couldn't shake the eye of my bloodline's mother Glaysa over my shoulder as I did. Now I find myself in the middle of a god's bidding, and yet I remain a heel and a scoundrel. I want to pursue the honest defender of the past, but as the stakes keep getting higher I find myself lying more as a defense mechanism.