Greetings mortal

If you are reading this then you have somehow managed to enter my castle, kill my minions, find my hidden room, killed my guardian, found its key, used said key to enter my basement laboratory and even found a way to not get killed by the touch death curse placed upon my memoirs.

Congratulations, I think you’ll find that the things gathered from my former laboratory will be enough compensation to dismiss any anger or negative emotion directed towards me, should it not… then it would frankly insult me.

In the unlikely case that you don’t know my name, My name is Zaltarisch Zinrel. If that does not say anything to you perhaps some of my titles can remind you of former glories. I’ve been known as: Harbinger, Lord of the Zinrel, Betrayer of Mankind or in my earlier days as Graves the Necromancer.

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Born as an elven noble I was given a status higher than most races could gain within a single lifetime. Now mind you, that does not mean it was easy for me to gain the achievements and titles that I hold now. In fact for most of my life my family regarded me as the black sheep of the family because of my lack of skill compared to my older (and younger) siblings.

Can’t say I didn’t enjoy the feeling of stabbing my dagger in the hearts of those old fossils when I finally had the pleasure to do so but I digress.

Now that the simple introductions are out of the way (by which I mean of course my introduction) it is time for me to start telling parts of my life story and for you to either quietly read it or pass it onto someone else who is interested in my writings.

For whichever mortal is still with me, let us begin.

Chapter 1. Escape from the beast