I was once told that I should keep a journal of my exploits. To chronicle my life as it happened, so that one day my predecessors may find it and learn from me. I have often found that to be ironic since we know virtually nothing of our progenitors. Just fables, myths, and here-says.
Yet those words became increasingly wise to me as I spent time amongst the Wild Elves as a prisoner. I didn’t know how long I was going to live, how long I could last. I knew then, that someone should at least know how I lived, no matter how short, and that they should know who the real Ashyn Rune was, not merely whatever legacy that would follow.
I didn’t realize how important knowledge of the real me would truly become, or how deadly.
I am Recreant. At the time I committed the act it was a mar on my ego, like a hideous scar against the flesh of my mind. As time progressed, I wore it more like a badge of acceptance. It was who I was. Family came first. They gave me strength.
In hindsight I realized that Stormwind was a very smart elf. I wish I had had the chance to tell him so.
-The first journal of the Blood Wizard,
Ashyn Rune