Be thankful, you bare-brained dimwit, for I am going to fill your the vast void of your mind with some

droplets of my past. Now please try to understand that I only do this to pass the time as I so do enjoy
toying with those about to die by my hand. Now where to start, ah yes, my birth and the tragedy that lies
therein.

My parents were quite filthy rich and had a slight inkling with dabbling in the arcane. and so, greedy as
they were, they searched for a way to ever increase there life and power. apparently my mother found
such a means in the contracts of devils. the deal she agreed to required the soul sacrifice of their
firstborn, problem was is that she had not had a child yet and she was also, as some scholars would say,
barren. so another deal would need to be struck in order to fulfill the first contract. she decided to breed
with the devils blessing allowing my fathers seed to create me in her womb. they did not expect the
result. i was then born and locked away due to my... unnatural appearance.

I grew up inside my parents mansion with no shred of love or thought beyond what was necessary to
keep me alive. I never really understood what the world was like and found solice in the many books that
were strewn accross the mansion. eventually i had read every book and tome i could get my hands on,
except for the books in my fathers study, where i was fiercely prohibited from entering. eventually my
curiousity got the better of my fear and i entered my fathers study. books were piled high in every corner
of the room. it would take me years to read all of them. the fear of my father quickly subsided as i
realized that he was almost never home to begin with. all that encopassed my mind was knowledge
these books held.

in these tomes i found great power and knowledge. pathways of magic and categorical summaries of
places and creatures. I learned of spells, cultures, languages, monsters, and even other planes of
existance. Is feeblemind able to understand all this?

bandit: "uh not rea.." not that i care what you understand. I wonder why i even bothered to ask. anyway
i shall continue.

eventually my quest for knowledge brought my attention towards one of the strangely written pieces of
parchment that had always nagged at my attention. it was written in some strange language that, at the
time, did not understand. i found another book that described some of the symbolsand with it i was able
to decipher the parchments hidden meaning.
turns out that the parchment was a contract, you know the one at the beginning of the story that was
made to sign my soul over to devils. i can see that your memory is just like your intellect, nonexistant.
"sigh" well the contract that i had found infuriated me. now i understood why my parents never cared
for me and why i was kept alive instead of killed and forgotten. i was a means to there empowerment,
but i decided to change that. i devised a plan that when my parents eventually came home, i would greet
them and kill them with the power they so coveted. it worked, and quite grandly i might add. i burned
down that mansion and all the servants within. they deserved it for how they treated me over the years.
but while the mansion was burning, something happened that i had not foreseen. someone kind
approached me and offered me a great gift.

strunorim was his name. he was a great old wizard and he offered me a place to hone my skills in magic
and to vastly increase my knowledge. i lept at teh oppurtunity. my first step out of the mansion and
already i found a place to belong. the place he showed me was fascinating. whirring gadgets and ticking
timepieces were abundant. this man, whoever he was, had aqcuired a vast amount of knowledge and i
would be privy to that knowledge. after a time i had aqcuired a great amount of power and knowledge
to rival any mage of any kingdom, but i never knew the intentions of my mentor. why did he take me in,
why did he teach me, what did he see in that young demon boy who killed his parents and burned his
home. there had to be something more to it. and there was.

bandit: "what was it?" shut up you idiot and i will tell you. strunorim had taken over the contract my
parents had made when i was conceived was going to use me to increase his own power. from the
document i had read, the only reason he was training me was because a stronger spirit breeds a stronger
result. i had to escape him. so i ran. i ran to the middle of nowhere filled with nobodies like you. and you
had the audacity to attack me on the road.

well my story is over and you remain just as unelightened as before. well not like it matters. at least you
will provide a cooked meal to the creatures out here. Birakimaken (goodbye in infernal)

[casts burning hands killing the bandit]

well that was a weight lifted, though the smell is repugnant. hopefully the next town has an
accomadating tavern that i can rest at...