Today I am initiated and I swear my heart and soul to the Great One. Before the priests I draw blood and what power I desire is given to me. They believe I will serve them well and as the blade parts the skin of my palm, I am eager to do so.
I am placed under the charge of one of the priests, a pale and red-eyed elf who may be the fairest thing I have seen. He seems to have many things he can teach me about the ways of fire and blood and I will learn what I can. I am given blood red robes to wear, and he says it suits me. His name is Narechil, the red-follower.
The others say that his fate is strange, and I believe it. I believe that mine is, also.
