SOLIS LUMEN

[Nailman]

I've conquered what I could.

I've done what I could. My goals were attained, even if victory was ultimately out of sight.

A lowly peasant, a drakanite without any ambition which left the comfortable house of his parents once in order to become a hero.

Too many times I've strayed from this path, yet one thing remained constant.

I was going to do my name proud. I carved my own earnings, my conquests taken from hands which clutched and sought to keep it away from me.

Truly, I see it now. I am Aelefdyr's Chosen.

And as the one which brought whatever measure of his glory I could to this continent; As the one which brought forth the first breathing dragon since the turn of the millenia within the lands of Meranthe...

I go elsewhere. Without my liege, Jokul, there's no point to stay in this land of unworthy fellows. I leave my children behind, for they prize this continent far more than I do.

And instead, with the record of Drakanite worth being set straight; My conquest moves elsewhere.

To the bastion of the old ways, Sluthia; The reparations I made upon Meranthe must be made there as well.

For the name I carved, Dawnseeker, shall be spread upon the world. And all shall know the tyrant Orphee.

AND MAYBE SOMEONE WILL CHANGE THE NAME OF THAT PLACE ON GOD WHO HAD THE IDEA OF CALLING A PLACE "SLUTHIA"