If youâre reading this, then hopefully I am dead. Light knows itâs been a long time coming, the world has no place in it for things like me, I have always known that I was an abomination, a monster that should never have been created, and I pray that the monstrous part of my mind didnât cause any more harm now that I am gone. I was never meant to belong, I knew this before, and I am certain of it now, but needless to say, I must thank you for making me doubt that fact, even if only for a short time; it felt nice to believe that I belong to something, something Iâd long gone without, and though I never said it aloud, I can say with confidence that the consortium and those associated were more family to me than that my own blood, and again I must thank you for accepting me, despite all my faults, and I apologize for all the trouble I caused, far more than Iâm worth in the end. As this is technically my last will and testament, I should mention a few things; I care not what happens with my affairs, save what I have left for Murkey, and that Scratch and Dauntless get good homes, so that leaves but one thing to ask of you, though I am in little position to ask. I ask you to remember, remember why I fought, what I fought for; remember my ideals, my vision of a world where people didnât have to fight and die by the thousands in the name of age-old hatreds, where the free people of this and all worlds can live in peace without fear of some eldritch horror or power-mad tyrant snatching it all away, where monsters and the desire to make them are but distant memory where they⌠or rather WE belong⌠take this image, and strive everyday to make it reality, make the pain and horrors of today become mere recordings in the history books, and that no one has to endure what I had to. Perhaps I ask too much, perhaps youâd rather just put this fool in the ground and forget about him, I canât fault you for that whatsoever, perhaps what I ask is beyond your want or power, thatâs alright, no one can fault me for asking. In the end, itâs up to you, and few would fault you for ignoring a dead fool like me, but thatâs your choice to make, not mine; Iâve had more than my fair share of time in this life, and now I can only beg your forgiveness for all the wrongs Iâve done in it, and hope I get what I deserve in the next, cause whatever it is, I know it is long overdue.
Respectfully Yours,
Former Knight-Captain Khadorek Perceval Blackbyrne, last of his line.
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