Sargon pens these words sitting in his apartment room in Leilon

[i] It's getting worse...I see that I am vastly different than even my own clan mates. How they look at me as I were some alien being when I said that I wished to blast that Drow from the face of the Earth in Hlint. When that Ogre, felled by my magicks begged for his life, and I slaughtered him mercilessly, when I comment on the weak-stomachs of the "heroes" of this realm. I can see now that there is no way I can be with people who find me deplorable. I have given my oath to the Orc bashers, and I shall stay with them, but perhaps I can also find those who think like I do. I know of such a people, but I fear that if I go to them, I will be hunted as they are...we shall see. I must at least try...I can now be sure that I am no hero, no savior as that damned dragon said I could be; I'm no goodly soul, and its time I stopped trying to be one....

Sargon Blackdagger
Wizard of Air
Lord Mage of the Orc Basher Guild