Centuries ago before the fall of Ilkor, I was one of thousands of priests seduced by her lies and wicked charisma. For a time I drank deeply in the poison that was Ilkor, and I reveled in the power and the majesty that my faith in her provided. Indeed, I willingly committed the most heinous of crimes against Icesi and his children of Arcadia, and for a time my heart was black with selfishness and corruption.
But upon Ilkor's banishment to the Underworld by Icesi, the priests of Ilkor lost their power and her evil armies were defeated and destroyed. Many of us tried to flee into exile, desperate in our hope that the goodly forces of Icesi would leave us to cower in our fear and humility. But retribution would be absolute, and in the end all of Ilkor's senior clerics would be hunted down like the criminals we were and justly executed for our terrible misdeeds.
My end came in Caledon, in what would become The Grasslands of Agorion. Lured there by a fellow priest of Ilkor, I was betrayed and soon confronted by a small army of devoted elves who followed Alcstei, the God of Forgiveness. Cornered within a destroyed Ilkor ruin, several well-aimed arrows found their mark and my heart was fatally pierced. As I lay dying, several priests of Alcstei approached, disgusted with my presence but willing to bless my passing if I would denounce Ilkor and genuinely feel shame for the life I had led. My body drew a final breath, and in that instant, I indeed recognized what a horrible person I had become, what a waste I had made of my life, and how deeply my soul was now filled with regret. Ilkor had totally tricked me, and I deserved to pay for that through all of eternity.
I will never understand the wisdom of the gods, nor completely appreciate their interest in mortals. But in my moment of death, all three of the lessor gods appeared before me, Almos, to judge me according to the laws of Icesi, Alcstei, to help me forgive myself for what I had done, and Ilithiia, to help heal my broken heart. In an instant, I grasped the wondrous gift the trio of immortals were offering and made the solemn promise to forever uphold law and order, forgive all who I would encounter, and do all I could to help heal and protect the peoples of Arcadia. This I would do, in return for a chance at redemption.
As my life seeped from my lips, Ilithiia gently kissed me, reuniting my spirit with my body and transforming me into a priest of Ilithiia. In honor of Alcstei, I vowed never to judge another soul, and in honor of Almos, I vowed to champion law and order, share my story and chronicle my experiences with all who would listen. The three deities smiled upon me, and from that day forward I have been an impassioned storyteller, documenting all I can regarding the peoples and places of Arcadia and sharing the intellect and experiences of everyone that I meet. While Ilithiia continues to bless me with her healing and perpetual regenerative powers, I awaken each morning extremely grateful and energetic, aware that I'll probably need several more centuries to atone for my past misdeeds.
--Ilithiia's servant for the people of Arcadia 07:11, 27 November 2011 (UTC)