On 14 Army 1985 the city of Alfmyr saw me being born and becoming member of the nation of shadow elves that our beloved Rafiel wanted. From my father, Jonish "Hammerhead" Audriel, I inherited the passion for weapons and the secrets of weaponsmithing; from my mother, Katrine "Silkenvoice" Austriel, I got the inclination to fight and the grace in my gestures; from Rafiel, our patron, the determination in facing the life

I hand over to this diary the reports of my adventures since I abandoned the easy life of my town and with some faithful friends set out to discover the real world. The day when I told my parents that this was my will there weren’t cries but only understanding, because they too tried the joys of adventuring, joys to which is difficult to renounce especially if our soul is rebel and free. Like them I was - and I’m still - pushed by a desire of redemption toward life that confined us in an underground world. I too, like them, seek revenge toward our elvish brothers who rejected us. I too, like them, follow the Way of Rafiel and his teachings so that I will rest in peace by him at the end of my life.

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Diary written by Igor Betti and translated by 'Brizio.