Greetings, Basin of Life!

I have been around a fairly long time now, and have gone through many
phases of my life, some darker than others. Once, I was a Moondancer, a
Faeling, and another person, much younger than I am today. Eventually I
became a Dracnari, still a Moondancer but very attatched to the
Guardians of the Eternal Flame, and I sought knowledge and wisdom in the
vastness of the desert.

Some years ago, I was seduced by the Taint, and brought into the fold of
Glomdoring. I see now that I was naieve then, in my quest for
understanding. I convinced myself that I wanted to accept the Taint
because including it offered a more comprehensive worldview, a better
shot at true comprehension. Looking back, I realize that that was just a
petty rationalization for a simple lust for power. One thing the Taint
can give you, is power.

So I became a Shadowdancer, aided the rise of Glomdoring, and committed
acts that today, I can only look upon in shame. Seeking power, I stole
from and attempted to steal from a number of individuals much weaker
than myself, and attacked a handful of others just for the thrill. I
could make excuses, I could write to you all, telling you that I was
seduced, brainwashed, made to believe lies by some Divine power or
another, but there is no excuse for what I did. It was my action, and my
action alone.

Slowly, the glimmer of rationality in my was crushed, ground down by
lust for power and by the corruption of the Taint. Perhaps what was left
of it was what compelled me to travel to the desert, where I spent five
years alone, and studying under his Wisdom Shimotabi Xiim. Reflecting
upon my actions, I saw the error of my ways, and could look upon them
only in horror. I was ready to return, and refashion my life as I saw it
needed to be.

I left the Glomdoring, and I left the Shadowdancers. I do not expect
those that I hurt will forgive me soon, nor do I expect that the
organizations I offended will forgive me soon. However, as I go about my
new life of contemplation and attempt to right my past wrongs, I hope
you will come to see I have indeed changed my ways.

A mind is a terrible thing to waste,
Sekreh

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Estar, in the year 126 CE.