Septien breathed in the air surrounding him. It was dusty, ancient and knowledgable as he opened the book before him. An ancient text, written by a master of combat ages ago, passed down from master to master, then lost. Septien, however, rediscovered it, alone in a cave next to the skeleton of a human. Whether it was a master or a thief, Septien did not know. But he performed a warrior rite regardless.
It was only here, in these scribbled words, did Septien find solace from a world that hated him. They could not accept a dark elf who wanted to live for a different purpose. Yes, Septien had performed... unspeakable acts in his past, and he wasn't trying to atone or forget. He was proud, but he did wish to have someone to pass this knowledge down to.
'One day,' Septien sighed, then started reading the powerful words.