Life is pain. That's something I've learnt over and over. Emotional pain, physical pain, spiritual pain. The last is why I began this. Here is a record of my actions, a testimony, if you will. Should I succeed or fail, the truth needs to be written, for there is power in words, power in belief. If enough believe, the truth can be turned to lies, and lies into truth. The biggest lie of all is the Wall of the Faithless. We shall make it disappear, forever. Once we have, all references shall be removed, including this account.
It was during my early years that I first heart mention of the Wall. I heard of the gods and the fate that awaited those who believed, of the blood war and those souls snatched by demons, but it wasn't until later I grasped the significance of such injustice. 'Believe or you will wither'. If the gods are meant to be just and fair, well, the 'good' ones, then what evil is this? To be strong-armed? Are they so insecure, are the planes so finite, that such a device is necessary? For even gods died. How many times have we heard this?
Why should it fall to me to end it? Someone has to, someone needs to. Why not me? After all, I find myself uniquely positioned and as this tale unfolds, perhaps you, too, will draw the same conclusions as I have.