Greetings, Basin..

Recently I have switched my ways to many people's surprise, many asked
me what drove me to this radical change in my life, so this message is
only directed to those who care, don't bother reading if you don't.

A few months ago, I had a very intense dream, which was the main reason
I joined the city of Light, I shall describe it for you..


I open my eyes, and find myself standing in front of a grand
doorway, twin doors of hammered gold barring my path in. As I look
around in confusion, a sound comes: The belling of hounds on the trail.
Suddenly, I realized that -I- am the prey the hounds seek, and begin
to run, panic filling my heart.


The branches slap my face as I run, leaving lines of pain as they
cut my skin, throbbing with each beat of my heart, strangely in
rhythm with the baying of the hounds as they close in, cutting off my
lines of retreat. Eventually I find myself against a cliff face,
nowhere to run, the dogs finally coming close enough to see.


I press my back against the cliff, knowing that I cannot run any
longer, but determined not to die easily. I extend my claws, feeling
the fur rise on the nape of my neck as a growl rumbles deep in my
chest.


The hounds slowly come into view, giant beats of legend standing higher
than my shoulders, drool dripping from their terrible fangs.
Coming behind them is a host of hunters, straddling what seems to be
horses with fangs and clawed hooves, their armour formed in twisted,
horrid shapes. At the rear rides someone on a pure white unicorn, armour
almost glowing it is such a sheer, shimmering white.


I am grabbed and drug through the forest back to the golden doors,
hounds nipping at my heels, yet never once am I actually harmed on
the way. Once on the threshold, I am released, the silent gesture
from the figure in white urging me onwards, through the now-opening
doors.


Onward I walk, vaguely noticing the spareness of the deocrations on the
hall, for what seems to be hours. Finally I reach a small room,
holding only one large chair, and a circle set into the floor directly
before it. The figure points me towards the circle, and moves to sit
down in the chair facing me.


After a few moments of studying me, the figure removes the helm of
her armour, exposing her face. I realize that I stand before one
of the Council of Nine, Juliana, known as the Evenhanded, and the Just.
She stares at me a moment longer, her eyes gentle, yet firm, and sighs.


"Lord Thorgal Khuprus, Mask of Pain, you stand before Me to be
judged for your actions in your life. Maybe even to gain one last chance
to redeem yourself." She stands from the chair, placing her helm in the
seat, and walks over to stand directly in front of you. With a faint
sile, she touches the center of my forehead, and the world goes dark
around me.


When sight returns to my eyes, I find myself standing outside of a
small, grungy hovel. As I walk into the hovel, I see a woman lying
dead, obviously of starvation, and two children slowly dying beside her.
Into my mind comes the knowledge that this is a family of one of the
people I have slain, dying because their father cannot be there to
provide for them anymore.


The world goes black again, and when sight returns, I am in a
different location, again facing the side-effects of my murderous
ways. Over and over, I go from place to place, seeing the horror that
my unending attacks on anyone around me has caused, the children that
have paid the price for my games, the innocents lost due to my
unbending hostility and hatred. The weight of each death, of each
instance of pain, hurt, and despair drags at my shoulders, causing
feelings of regret, penitance, and true contrition to rise in my soul.


Eventually I find yourself standing before Juliana again, tears of
anguish pouring from my eyes as I realize the monster I had
become. She looks at my face, and nods slightly. "This is your one,
and only, chance to redeem yourself Thorgal. You have been a monster in
life, and at this point, your karmic burden will send you to the lowest
possible forms for the next three hundred rebirths on the wheel. But I
have argued for, and been granted, the opportunity to give you one last
chance, one opportunity, for you to ease the karmic burden you wear. It
is up to you. Change your ways. Repair of the horrible things you have
done, and caused by your actions."


The room fades away around you, leaving you with one final whisper
drifting on the air. "Repent, or pay the penalty."



After this, I sought out Prince Galvadore, explained my situation and
got accepted into the light, to my greatest grattitude.

Thorgal Khuprus, recent convert of the Light.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Estar, in the year 120 CE.