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The Last Will and Testament of Torival Galanodel:

I know my final days are looming. They always are. When you live the life I have chosen, every day can be your last. For this reason, I wanted to ensure that my spoils are taken care of, and my story heard. The true story, that is.

I wasn’t always a shifty rogue. I was born to the House of Siannodel, a family of struggling merchants. My father, Jamlomin, opened his own Apothecary with the savings he had earned for nearly 40 years. He founded it with the desire to help the people of Eastport. I believe this had something to do with my mothers death. I can’t say that I remember her name. She passed during my birth. I always knew my mother to be Eilnys. My father married her when I was 9. My step-mother helped out as much as she could with my fathers business. She was known for her hand with herbs. She would make tea and incense for the ailing residents to ease their hearts and minds. They felt that a good education was needed for me, and spent all of their profits on sending me to school. I was to be an Apothecary as well, in hopes that one day I would take over the family business. Although I was a natural in school, it held little interest to me. I would dream of slaying kings and pillaging hordes of gold. My father would pass this desire off as a child with a wild imagination. One summer afternoon, I came home and overheard a conversation between my parents. They were discussing their financial woes. Overcome with frustration toward Jamlomin, Eilnys claims that if it weren’t for me they would live in a nice home, and be able to afford better tools and equipment for their business. I decided to not let it be known I was home, and climbed through my bedroom window. I packed my things. I no longer wanted to be held as a burden to anyone. At the age of 19, I left. I traveled to the nearby city of Shadowport. I knew I had family there that I could ask for help from if I ever needed anything, and it also gave me the chance to stay away from my parents, but close enough to check on them once in a while. I quickly fell in with a group of cut-purses who taught me their trade. I found it to be a great pleasure looting from the wealthy. I always recalled the image of digging my dagger deep into a king’s throat. I believed that one day I would make this dream a reality. When I had become fully developed, I moved onto burglary. The architecture of Shadowport made this a fairly difficult task. With its high walls and heavy fortification, I relied on ladders and ropes to around. This made my feet nimble and my balance unwavering. At least while I was sober. I found the medicinal purposes of ale. To keep the demons in. Although I was fairly successful, I was never wealthy. I would spend my takings at the local tavern nightly. While inebriated, I felt as though there was no pain in my life. My cousin, Ivey, would care for me on the nights when I had made out well. Until recently, I never realized how giving she was to me. If this is read in her presence, please be sure to reiterate how grateful I am now to have had her………