I use to be a pub singer and dancer with a great job, making a decent wage. I loved my job. I never dirtied my hands with the easier routes to making gold... But that all changed when 'Blackrock' was discovered. Soon, my life would never be the same again...... I treated people all the same. I sang, I danced, I mingled... I would whisper to the card players, "He's bluffing, Go for it all!" I would often sneak an apple or piece of meat outside to the gorgeous animals that were stuck out in the cold. I would pick out horses and dogs for the men when they asked for my opinion on who to bet on. Heck, I even distracted a noble or two for a thief to grab a few gold coins. They need to eat too, right? It didn't matter your wealth status, your profession, or color. I would gladly sit down and have an ale with you. But with the 'Blackrock' boom... People changed. Fanatics screamed. People preached Armageddon. Riots broke out too often for the guards. People thought they could do whatever they wanted just because they had a little gold in their pockets. And on this unfaithful day, my luck would turn...... It had been around a month since the 'Blackrock' boom. Everyone was making a ton of gold. I was no different. People had more to tip. I certainly enjoyed it. It was a bonus for me, you see. But one night... A few miners had a bit too much to drink. They decided ale and gold wasn't enough. I had to be their prize...... I vaguely remember that night. I had just finished performing. I was back stage in my dressing room when several miners broke into my dressing room and had their way with me. I was tied down. Bounded by my arms and legs. Why is this happening? It was late. I screamed. I fought. It didn't matter. They were too strong. It seems they were possessed. They spoke in foreign tongue. I begged and pleaded. They didn't care...... Then, as if by design, a flaming ball shot through the wall. It struck one of the men. Dead on impact. The men who did this to me quickly picked up and scurried off. I was left there. Motionless. Transfixed. The walls began to crumble. The building caught on fire, now fully exposing the streets outside. I can see men, women, and children running for their lives. I see... Monsters? Ungodly creatures of hell itself. The massacre is unbearable. I laid there, unable to move...... That was my last memory I have. The only memory I have actually. I laid there. Now in complete darkness. I could feel heat. Unfathomable heat. Was I dying? Am I burning? I was a good person. I believe in god. Why isn't he helping me now?????? I remember... ......Remember a voice calling to me in the dark. It spoke to me. But just one word, "Revenge" over and over. I could feel it in my soul. I don't know why, but all I could feel was hatred. I was pure. I was kind. I was loving. But all I could hear... "Revenge, Kasdeya. Revenge" "Revenge, Kasdeya. Revenge"...... Revenge... Kasdeya? But why? "Don't you remember your friends? Your family?" Actually... I don't remember anything. "Not even your name?" No. "How about that night... in the back room of the pub?" The feelings of pain, sorrow, and angry had flooded in to my mind. I remember now. The miners who just couldn't resist me. "Yesssssss, Kasdeya. Now you remember." Still with nothing but darkness surrounding me and my own thoughts to keep me company, my mind wandered. "Do you want revenge, Kasdeya?" I do... But what can I do about it? I thought to myself. "If it revenge you seek, I can make you a formidable magician. Give you unspeakable powers." This sounds.... Tempting. "You will have family. You will share a cause. You will get revenge." We will share a cause? "You will make those suffer as you have." Suddenly, I felt it. I was lusting for power. I needed this. I have shed myself of my pure shell. Someone will pay. I accept. "Excellent choice. Kasdeya Onryo."
