The journal of Zach Rift
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If you are reading this then it's safe to say, I'm dead. Or you stole this from me, either or, doesn't really matter. This is the journal of Zach Rift…
Part I : The Beginning
I started out as a child really... Born by a locksmith and a fightin' women, following the god Mask. We lived in a humble town, everyone knew just about everyone, as a young man around twenty I served as a scout. While in my off time my dad taught me about trappin rabbits and lock smithing, becoming his apprentice. My mother, mask rest her soul, was a fighter for the town, and on her off time she'd train me to parry attacks and look for the enemy. While scoutin' taught me how to be the sneak type, and mask grants me skills related to his followers. Everything was fine for a couple of years, but when I hit 24 my parents were found out of being thieves and were hung brutally in front of the town. They chased me out, shunning me for being the son of thieves. Therefore, I left. Venturing far and wide, until finding narfell and calling it home... For now.
part II: Welcome To Narfell
Almost as soon as I came to narfell I was employed by Evadriel as a coal collector and goblin killer. Soon I was making profit, and adventuring with other adventures, usually just accompanying them since fighting wasn't my strong suite. I learned rather quickly as time started to slip by, as did I in the shadows not being seen and dealing devastating blows to mages and the like. I soon was undetectable by almost everyone and everything, At first, everyone thought I was a thief but they soon learned that I am just a simple lock smith and trapper staying in the shadows. But, then after making good acquaintances with Evadriel, her work became more secretive and the such. Finding out information, and sneaking around recovering the undead. After that soon a Halfling came named Angelis and he also made friends with her and me and him began working together. Soon after that, we got an idea. Why don't we make a guild for people like us. A couple days there after, we started recuriting people and getting new clients. And grew from two to five people. Now, while everyone is out, I stay busy with mercenary work of the sort and trying to join the wolves for now.
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Part III: Nothing going on
It's been slow. Nothing really going on, Elvadriel has been doing little business with me. Recently I died in the the umber hulk cave near the fish men, while with Gnarl. I was in the shadows watching Gnarl drop umber after umber. Then one came around the corner and killed me. After that death, nothings been the same. I've felt as if my body still lays in that cave, in the shadows with my soul. The light hurts when it touches my skin and I feel my only place is in the shadows.