From as far back as i can remember the black cloaks struck fear in the hearts of every man, woman, and child of every race or creed. My father, Farqua Khelorn, was an ex-black cloak. He gave up the calling when he met my mother. I think he was in love, but i am not to sure since my mother died giving birth to me. I think my father blamed me for what happened.

I was born on the anniversary of St. Cuthberts death. He told me the i was no son of his that all i will do will bring death. For year he would beat me for no apparent reason. He said i beating the demons from you. He would beat me in public as well. Since he was an ex-black cloak no one would stand against him. Even other priest would not stick up for me. At time i would be so badly beaten that i would be laid up for weeks, which would get my father even more pissed. One day by a chance of fate when i was 11 my father was drinking so bad he came after me with a wood ax. He chased me up a tree. He started to chop down the tree to get to me. He was so badly drunk as the tree was falling he slipped and fell in front of the falling tree and was crushed. I was found knocked out be some of the local villagers. The official word was he died chopping a tree. But i knew the truth. I told my father friends, which was black cloaks, what really happened. They told me that I should not tell anyone of what happened. All that happened is the God took him, because it was his time. And if i said anything of what happened God Eruu will be mad and send vengeance for my lies. I believed them.

My father Black Cloak friends sent me to a seminary where i would learn of God and learn to read and write to one day take over where my father had left off in life. I never wanted my fathers life i needed to find my own path. Before i went to the seminary i buried all my fathers valuable that dealt with the black cloaks. I wanted to bury everything that my father did to me. Always saying that i was lucky to have a father that was an ex-black cloak who loves me so much to teach me right from wrong.

But i think i already knew what was right and wrong. I felt very out of place at the seminary. I didn’t take to the religion as most others did. I was always trying to find the meaning to answers. To try to give things meaning. I excelled in hand to hand fighting. I focused my mind body and soul as one. People thought of me as weird. I had no one so i made sure i fended for myself. Then one day which changed my life forever. The priest of the seminary were called upon by the Black Cloaks in cleansing some infidels, pagans, and non-believers. Because of one man who was born with a gift of arcane magic he was put to death with his family. I saw hate in the eyes of the Black Cloaks. Not a just hate, but a hate that would borderline on evil. Then what was more shocking is he put the rst of the town to death. Saying they were all corrupted.

I wanted to speak up but the other priest wouldn’t allow me to do so. I wondered what God would do such a thing. It was after then i asked for a relocation in assignment. I wanted to work as a scribe. As i scribe book after book i came upon deleted passages that would give new light to arcane magic. Death of hundreds could be spared. So i wrote extra scriptures for myself and ran away from the seminary. People needed to know this. All the Black Cloaks are the lap dogs of the emperor with supposedly god backing them up. Any god that would allow the killing of children is a god i don’t want to be a part of. I need to become stronger or i will not be able to stand against them and i will fall like so many before me.

Please blessed God let me know what the right path is. You are my life. If I am doing wrong please strike me down where I stand so i can not make anymore transgressions.