It has been done. Regenald provided me with the knowledge necessary to create my first piece of artwork. I dubbed him Mr. Dread, and hope to ride into combat often with the fine steed. This workshop, located in the sewers of the temple district, formerly a tomb of a long deceased noble bloodline, provides the perfect living quarters and studio in which to practice. The stores of bodies I have collected in such a short time, ten in a day, assures my mind that I will not remain alone for long. Next I believe will be Aggie, but that must wait.
I am to head southward, along with Moonbeam, by order of Taskmaster Jules, in an attempt to aid that gnome and his associates escape the besieged South Westersonport. I believe I will accept this task, if only to improve my standing with darling Jules. The Rev and Veet have infiltrated the army, and while I am unsure about Veet, The Rev will surely bog down the military. The man has no mind for true combat. I also feel as if I might have did a bit too good of a job with the holy warrior of Helm. Does Helm forgive if you return the rest of the body? This concerns me not at this moment.
Regenald tells me the time is right, so I must attend to my armoring. Fear the scythe of the cloaked horseman, and know it as Death. Velsharoon show me the path to escape life and bring me into the world of unlife.
