[Passed to Them before Theon's death]

This is an account of my past before I arrived at Sanctuary, given to Illario Dentra to perform a speaking on my past. I've purposely left my time in Sanctuary veiled as I believe some investigation must be done as no speaking should ever be completely left to the deceased to say, lest bias take over;

I was orphaned at a young age, my parents assumedly paid for my presence in a well-off boarding school where I was cared for quite well.

Unfortunately this school became victim to robberies and vandals until it was eventually burnt down. Many of the children were forced onto the streets. Myself being one of the older adolescents, perhaps thirteen or fourteen, we had formed a small group to care for the other children. Another boy, my elder by a few years, Andrew, took it upon himself to seek vengeance on suspected men he felt caused all this. He persuaded me to help.

In time, we attacked many of them, myself often formulating the plan that would let several teenagers gain the upper hand on a full grown man. In time we killed many of them, eventually we had turned into little more than a gang of thugs. I lived like this, the man who decided who lived and died, Andrew being my enforcer and the other children being my army, for nearly ten years.

In truth, Andrew was much more in charge than I, But I was the one who manipulated him to do as I wished, he simply did not know it.

However, I knew this wasn’t what I wished to make of myself, I knew right from wrong, but I was in so deep I felt I’d never get out. If I fled for help, Andrew would surely kill me as he had other boys.

Within a year, more men murdered by my actions, I took to the streets and hid for a week. But fearing retribution I eventually came to a Shrine to beg for aid, this shrine was where my truth path would start in His image. Kelemvor. I told the priests’ everything and begged forgiveness and protection. They promised me such if I sought redemption for my crimes, and I had. I was told that I must find every man I had even the smallest part in their death, research their lives and death, and then speak on it to the populace. For eight years I did this. Andrew became a thing of the past, as well as the gang. I was protected by Kelemvor’s flock, and I truly began to understand the importance of life and death through my Speakings.

When my duty was done, I took it upon myself to form a pilgrimage with a few other faithful who respected my works, to travel around the land and Speak the Deaths of those who passed in the smaller villages, who had no priests of The Lord of the Dead, to confess to.

Such a Speaking and investigation led us into the Mountains, and a deep cave where we were ambushed and chased deeper into the Underdark. Some of us died, and we were finally saved when we shut off our only way out, keeping our pursuers from reaching us. We were safe, but the last of my flock died to their wounds and sicknesses. I eventually found Sanctuary.

I immediately began to oppose the Myrkulites and wayward Jergalites in the city, though their voices soon disappeared. I then sought control of the Mausoleum to become it’s Keeper, for the Dead are entitled to respect.

For my time in Sanctuary I will say that I've few regrets and have acted in a manner to befit Our Lord, Kelemvor, before myself as a man. If I had to of sacrificed my humanity to do what is right before His eyes then so be it.

[Scrawled at the bottom of the letter, apparently a prayer or some advice]

All men die. Let your life not be in vain and always seek a legacy to leave for the living, whether it be good or evil, men will learn from it and make themselves in an image that they feel best suits them and the world they will undoubtably change.

It is never our place to judge a man, though we inevitably will. We simply must ensure that lives are never taken for the sake of our own Judgement, but that of the Gods.

Never fear death. Accept it as a part of our life, though it may be an end to our material realm, the soul lives on. Be faithful to the Gods and decent in your ways and Kelemvor shall judge you fairly.

All men die.