Good people of the Watch-
I am here to speak of a gross, and possibly insane with power watchman named Private Alejandro. I was walking through lower one dark, speaking with friends and having a good laugh, when a mob came into lower, declaring a drow was loose in the streets! Shocked, I did not know how to respond, for such a thing couldn't possibly exist in the fine streets of Lower Sanctuary, which I might add, harbor 10 illthied thralls that were former Watchmen.
Of course, the Mob took a violent Turn, where the Lizardfolk Prince Co'sai'liss was chased throughout lower like a cat chases a mouse, interested in some fine Sport, I was turned invisible as to not alert those who would recognize I have worked with this lizard before and might wrongly think that I would aid it's plight. The lizardfolk escaped, seeing the chase was done, I began fine, amiable saunter back to the Crone. However, Private Alejandro, WHILE IN UNIFORM, uttered saying that I attempted to cast Hold Person on Ordinant Bobbus.
Dear people of the Watch, I can attest to you now, swear by any god, sign any pact to you now, that I -do not- know this spell. Thus, Private Alejandro was -lying- for purely the purpose of seeing my innocent form pummeled by the blood thirsty Ordinant outside the crone.
He also added insult to injury by saying that I got what I deserved by being a practitioner of the Filthy art of necromancy. I say to you know, what crime have I committed? What have I done wrong? Explain to me how the actions of many make me wrong, filthy, and unnatural? I use my art to better the lives of around me by continually launching raids in the back streets of lower where chosen appear.
The Watchman is in error, and purposely lied just to see me beaten down by that ape of an Ordinant.
I fine such behavior coming from your fine ranks heart breaking, and demoralizing. I am afraid that this Private will only bring discontent amongst the adventuring populace, people who only wish to be who they wish to be, at no harm of others. So smile and think of a better future for themselves, and others.
One's Dreams can be shattered by such behavior, and that is the highest crime in this world. To force another to give up something as necessary as hope. To have myself be brought low by something and so insidious as a few...simple words is truly demoralizing.
People can call me a Necromancer, spit upon me, and I shall hold my head high, but when I am innocent of all crimes and falsely accused, and was given false punishment, I must stand my ground. This private is a source to many woes in lower Sanctuary, a place already burdened by the onslaught of chosen, shall Sanctuary have a new Tigereye to terrorize and brutalize the people of lower?
Conie the Necromancer.