Bjorn Seligsson's Diary - 2

This place is cursed.
Nay, it is I and Bastigor who are cursed.

Thousands of years ago,
when a colossal fortress still stood in this land.
reaching towards the heavens.

It appeared suddenly.

The heavens shattered and we fell disgracefully.
Our kin, who once looked down upon others from the sky,
fled in panic, tails between their legs.

But I —nay, my ancestors— alone,
did not abandon this land, reduced to ashes, nor its people.

Fallen from the sky, we gathered the bewildered folk,
and bared our fangs against it.

Form that moment, we forged an unchanging resolve,
becoming the people of the Feybreak.

And so, my kin, who once merely sullied the lowest ranks,
took a new throne and vowed to bear all burdens.