I was born in Silvanesti, raised by fair and loving parents, on the outskirts of town. I lived there for a rather long time. One day, there was a celebration in town; there I saw all different kinds of things; games, storytellers, and Magicians. I stood and watched a magician all day studying his tricks, by the end of the day I could do all of his tricks. I showed them off to my parents but they were not very impressed at all, even when I told them I learned them today. I was still determined to learn more, tricks. I was the first in my class at school; I had a fascination with writing. I wrote stories about adventures, and other things. Life was good. Then one day while I was working on one of my better stories, I grew thirsty and so I left my house to go to the fountain. When I returned I found that my parents and baby sister were brutally murdered, by a group of rampaging Ogres. I ran outside and started looking for tracks. I found some that led off into the trees, from what I could tell they were fresh. I then drew out my daggers, and ran off following the tracks. A few hours later, the sun was setting, and I was about to give up, when I came upon their camp. I kneeled down and muttered a silent prayer to Solinari asking him for strength. I stood up, cast a magic spell and killed one of them instantly. The other two rose and charged toward me. I ran back into the trees and hid. They split up and started looking for me. I followed one, and when he was not looking I came up behind him and stabbed him multiple times, and removed the dagger from his body, and then ran off after the other one. With my elven sight it was not hard to locate him. I came crashing out of the trees in a dead run. He threw his spear at me. It stuck me in the shoulder; I ignored the pain and ran on, screaming out of pure rage. I ran up and hit him in the head, stabbed him in the head. The Ogre crashed to the ground, dead, with my dagger sticking in his head.

I let out a primal scream, then fell to the ground crying for long moments.

I lived in that house for another month, and then I could no longer stand the memories it brought back. I left with the next trading caravan to Palanthas. I grew up on the streets. I had no money, no house, and no friends. I stole enough just to get by. Then one day my luck changed. I met a man who changed my life forever. He took me in and taught me the ways of a mage. I lived in Palanthas for many years, I finally decided I should go and explore the world. In search of more knowledge, my travels took me to Kalaman………

(The following is noted in bold, crips handwriting that seems to flow onto the page) Richard of Silvanesti is another adventurer that has not been seen for quite some time. None are sure what has happened to him, or, if he has become a recluse, why. When asked about it, Rishandal Darkleaf replied with, "Mages prefer solitude quite often. Richard is a white robe, and they like people more than the black robes, however, that does not mean he would not prefer a couple months of uninterupted study. If he is hiding somewhere, studying or researching a new spell, he will come out when he is ready. I do not know much of his where abouts other than idle speculation. Perhaps Keldar would be a better source for an answer for you."
--Astinus of Palanthas