February 28, 22,500 B.F.P
The currents of tragedy and treachery have merged to paint a picture of my dear brother, Kodron, as a harbinger of madness. A shroud of disbelief and fury cloaks my thoughts as I confront a revelation that tears at the very fabric of our bond. The contours of his descent into depravity are stark and brutal, unfurling a scheme that taints our lineage with darkness.
Kodron's machinations have cast a pall over our realm, a sordid plan woven from the threads of greed and cruelty. He has woven a web of profit, fueled by the despicable trade in illegal slaves and forbidden substances—a web that leaves my soul recoiling in horror. The very foundation upon which our family's legacy is built now stands tainted by this abhorrent endeavor.
His treachery, it seems, knows no bounds. The sinister cloud that looms over him extends its tendrils of threat, extending its dark hand to silence any opposition. With a menace that cuts through my very being, he warned me away from a conference that bore witness to his nefarious dealings—a conference that unfolded as a deadly trap. The pieces of a puzzle coalesced, revealing a sinister motive that chills my heart to its core.
Veapir, a fellow member of the high council, stood as an unwanted variable within Kodron's calculus. His discovery of the conspiracy acted as a threat, a threat Kodron deemed too great to ignore. The fabric of his intent unraveled into a tapestry of deception, one that framed Veapir for a massacre that stole away the lives of the conference attendees, including Veapir's own family. The blood of innocence is on Kodron's hands.
My conviction is unyielding, my certainty born from a searing truth that cannot be ignored. Kodron, once a pillar of my support, now stands as a monster, a slayer of kin. The brother who lent me strength when I faltered has fallen beneath the weight of his own malevolence. The bonds that once tethered us now fray beneath the pressure of betrayal and grief.
In this tempest of anguish and wrath, a vow crystallizes within my heart—a vow to avenge the death of my fallen brother, the brother who was snuffed out by the very hand that once held mine. The path ahead is fraught with danger and uncertainty, yet it is a path that I shall tread with unyielding determination. The monster that wears my brother's face will know the reckoning of justice, for I shall wield the flame of vengeance until his darkness is vanquished from the annals of our shared history.