Dear Achaeans,

Most of you are probably too young to remember me, a small handful of you probably recall me. For those of you who do not know me, my name is Khaseem. I am a warrior who in the past committed many atrocious crimes against the inhabitants of the land. I killed and hunted many of the finest people in the land, slaughtered the weak and defenseless all for fun.

The great logos punished me severely for my crimes, I have been lying imprisoned in the void for a time untold. Left with nothing to do but contemplate my actions. I am sorry for all those that I have done wrong, the actions of my youth are something that I will just have to try and live down. People do change with time, as I have. The Logos has saw fit to give my soul a second chance, as I hope the people of the land can find it to give me a second chance.

I cannot undo what I did in the past, but I know what not to do in the future. Once again to all those who I hurt in the past I apologize, and to those of you who are too young to remember, I hope to make your acquaintances. Freedom and second chances are hard to come by, I'll not be so foolish as to jeopardize either of mine this time.



Caliph Khaseem, Blood Warrior

Penned by my hand on the 6th of Daedalan, in the year 231 AF.