Probe
Librum Ex Tenebrae
'The Book of Shadows'
Written by the Will and the Hand of Arikarr D'Malachia
As I survey the city around me, gazing out from this tower window onto the rooftops and streets far below, all I see is burning ruins. It is only a matter of time before it happens once more.
Yes, we may stave them away this time, even given their numbers. Thakria is named 'City of Miracles' for good reason, and has risen from ashes before, I suppose...
'Ashes to Ashes to Ashes...'
So it goes on, forever.
Curriculi ad Necros
My name is Arikarr D'Malachia, and I am a Sorcerer. I am Thakrian. For nearly one hundred years, I have haunted the streets of my hometown, feeding upon our enemies, stealing where I needed, killing where I desired to.
I have been A nobleman, a peasant, a Baron and even Prince. I have bled in the gutters and dined at the table of the Emperor.
I am the lowliest of Sorcerers, yet the master of their guild, the poorest of savages and yet the builder of great works. I am architect and destroyer.
I am Nosferatu, Vampire, immortal. Sometimes called the Undying, yet my body is covered in the wounds and scars of death, and many have been the rides upon the ship that I have suffered.
I am a servant of the Gods, and yet their direst enemy, for many have I served and many have I betrayed or fled from. I am the Heretic, Unclean, Outcast. And still too have I been their most trusted follower, their right hand, their Highest Priest.
I seek servitude and solitude, acceptance and enmity. I seek death and destruction of all that is around me, even myself.
Even at my own hand.
Mine is the Darkest path, the most honest. The most free...
I relish my freedom.
Do not follow in my wake, for it leads to nowhere.
But Hell.