05.03
It’s been several years since I unsealed it in the presence of Anienne R Moynel, and I still don’t know where to begin.
For years now I’ve been dissecting the journal of the person who I once called father, Kohren-Mohren. Maybe you’ve heard of him somehow but I doubt it; his records were destroyed or sealed shortly after it was discovered what he did in Kazham all those years. For his crimes (far too numerous to list here) he was wanted for high treason and to be executed on sight if he ever stepped foot on our continent ever again.
I had to pull every favor to get his journal, and even then it was drained of all magic and forbidden to leave my house. It still is. What it contained was horrifying but it gave me some insight into the person that he really was. I think he knew that all of us would never forgive him. I know I still can’t.
His actions directly led to the death of dozens of innocents, the death of my mother and grandmother, the disappearance of Shikaree M and whatever my aunt became. As I read his journal, I realize that I will never know what happened to her.
I hope he’s rotting in hell.
Personal feelings aside, I’m writing this as a service to Windurst; twisted as they were his methods need to be documented to know how we can avoid it. This tragedy that lasted almost fifty years must never be repeated again and who knows, maybe one day we can learn something from that sick little taru. Or worse, we might need his methods.
I pray to Altana I never live to see the day.
-Myrna Moynel, Mercenary Major, Windurst