Day 0: And so it begins...

The Blood Knights. Curse them. Curse them all.

I never wanted this. I was a wretched, an addict to the residual mana that permeates around the outskirts of Silvermoon City. I wanted nothing but to waste away into oblivion, maybe become some newbish adventurer's fresh kill of the day. But no. Couldn't be that. I had to be SAVED.

The Light. The powers that be. The 'holy flame' that gives the Blood Knights their power. And now its in me. IT BURNS! I scream, I yell, yet I'm ignored by my fellow Blood Knights. To them, its a warmth that helps them and guides them. For me, its an unholy burden glued to my soul, my existance. And it burns.

They train me, to use the sword and shield, even maces and axes, sometimes 2-handed variants. Not that I care. Yet in a way, it makes the pain go away when I inflict a grevious hit upon my opponent. Some of my fellow BK do not like me for this. Maybe I shouldn't gleefully laugh at them, or smile wickedly like I do, but its fun. Seeing them bleeding somehow makes the burning inside me stop burning so much. Maybe that's what I shall do. Yes, that's exactly it. I shall make all bleed so that I won't burn!

And so my mission begins...