My name is, or rather it was, Gannon ‘Turncloak,’ and I have decided to keep a journal of my experiences.
I have never kept a log of the things I have done in life, to me there was never a need. Oblivion was always lurking nearby, and I could not see past my own fears; my own hatreds.
Until 3 days ago, I was locked in a prison cell in the city of Brae Halak. I was sentenced to die for the crimes I had committed. The law, as it stands, was correct in my punishments, and I knew that death had finally found me. As the end of my life approached, I felt inside me a great emptiness; a hole where a man once lived. I was no longer a man, but a monster, dishonorable and dishonest; a raging storm let loose upon the world.