This record will be kept for the purpose of remembrance of the teachings shown me, and possibly even posterity, though that hope is a feeble one in such a dismal and dangerous place.
I, Kairn, was a hotheaded brawler prone to clashes with nearby human settlements. The wasteful and self centred ways of the human and the ugly way in which they despoiled the forest around them - my forest - filled me with a restless anger that was not evinced by my kin. Yet their admonitions served only to make me feel guilty and estranged, which in turn fed the anger.
I raided, stole and burned, inflicting many injuries yet never killing, until the villages pooled their meagre funds and hired a knight protected in very expensive armor. He simply burned swathes of the forest until I came to him; he then defeated me sword against sword in a few quick movements I never even really saw, but which disarmed me and had me breathless on the ground, wrist nearly broken.
I was taken a prisoner and hung in a cage in the largest village, where I was ridiculed and pelted with refuse by anyone who cared to, for two days. The knight stayed with me the entire time, seemingly deaf to my railing and curses, and he allowed no serious harm to come to me. At the time I simply wished to die because my kin showed no signs of coming for me. I was abandoned.
"They will not come for you, both out of fear and because they do not understand what you are," He said near the end of the second day. "What am I?" I demanded, after my initial surprise that his long silence had broken at last. "What possible use am I? I have only brought them trouble." He removed his helmet and studied me for a few moments that stretched and are with me still. He was terribly ugly, features uncouth and heavy even for a human, and marked by much combat. Squashed nose, missing eye and teeth, blade scars everywhere, and unkempt straw yellow hair and beard. But his eyes were an amazing blue and considered me intently, heavily. As if I mattered somehow. "You are a bringer of blood and violence," he said. "As am I. The foible of your tribe is that they shun such people, instead of turning them onto the proper path. You, elf, have taken the first steps on the path of the Brigand and Murdurer, a type I have made it my life's work to oppose. However, there is another path for a bringer of blood; that of the Warrior."