Good day to you my humble reader. I don’t know why or how you have found this archive but as I’m a book there isn’t a lot that I can do about that. Written onto these pages are the secrets to the universe and all the things that watch behind the glass, the most heretical but most useful soul-mancing techniques -if you are into that- and all the way at the back; a story. The story most would say. A story of a man called Kolost. One of the damned.

A man picked by the gods to accompany a prophet and her entourage across the world to cure the sick or help the downtrodden. To concentrate the medical knowledge of mankind into a single library and cure the world of all disease. No longer will mothers die in childbirth nor will the baby expire before its first birthday. Sons returning home from war in a carriage not a coffin, and to put quack witch doctors out of business for good. Their noble ambitions bolsterd by his unrelenting drive to live above his station.

He did his time as a glorified baggage train and training dummy. Then through blood, sweat and tears he gained the respect and the trust of the pack. One of the damned walking shoulder to shoulder with the prophet herself. An inspiring if dangerous tale he had woven with his life, a gamble which paid off very quickly. Their party accomplished many of their goals and rejoiced at the prosperity they fabricated, kings bowed before them in thanks and some of the gods even granted favours upon their worshippers within the group. All was well in the world.

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So then why is Kolost currently squirming in hell?