Greetings my fellow peers and divine Lords.

For the past few months, i have been trapped within a darkn dank dungeon shackled to the walls and beaten to many deaths.
These deaths were at the hands of Azmodai, a follower of Lord Sartan. From what i can gather, Lord Sartan seeked to end Peace once and for all within Achaea and came very close to doing so. My Divine father, Lord Oneiros has been away quite sometime on another continent helping oppressed peoples escape from their personal hells.
I recieved a letter, which i assumed was from Oneiros, and asked to come join him in his pursuit. The letter contained directions and also stated that because of the length of my visit, it would be necessary to end all engagements so i quit my beloved city and family. As i began on my journey, Azmodai swooped from the skies with his massive talons and repeatedly dropped me to the ground, continually killing me. He then released a very evil and very powerful incarnation of myself upon the lands of Sapience to reak havok. I was taken to the chaos plane to suffer in agony.

To make this short, it was the help of many people whom may not have believed in Peace and it's ways but fought for me. They worked with sweat at their brow and suffered several deaths. For that, i thank them from the bottom of my heart. The lovely demi-goddesses Nyneve and Mydia helped me how a mortal couldn't. They continually kept me fed and healed and eventually froze me within the temple of Peace. For that, i am eternally in debt to them! Above all whom helped me was Lord Twilight and his assistant Sharbrena. Lord Twilight made me a divine offer which i did accept and with the basic comprimise, he helped bring me back from the hell i was in. If it weren't for the diligent efforts of Twilight and Sharbrena, I may still be there today and maybe even for eternity. Twilight may be the Dark God but he does have a heart and a soul and those two things were used to help. For that, i shall be forever greatful!

I was also able to recover a few things sacrificed by a few fellow mortals. If you sacrificed something, please send me a message and i shall do my best to help recover it. Although, some of the goods did wither from the duration of time.

I can only hope the people of Sapience can forgive the acts of my evil incarnation and help ease the suffering which has occured.
I carry a love for you all deep within my heart.

Penned by my hand on the 3rd of Miraman, in the year 270 AF.