All the text is written in a fine, flowing script, using a finely crafted quill pen. No scratches or splatters are present, which would hint to the use of a cheap or badly made quill...

I suppose there comes a time when even I, the High King of Valorn, should sit and contemplate recording his thoughts for posterity, and for future generations to read.

Although these thoughts are meant to be private, there will come a time when the whole land will know of what I have written - hopefully this will be long after my demise, but with the land of Valorn being as it is, somebody may get to read it whilst I am still alive.

And so it has come to pass that a stranger to the shore of Valorn has risen to become High King and true heir to the throne. I have often sat and comtemplated my past. I remember little of my life before I came to Valorn.

Apparently I was found washed up on the southern beach, not far from the town of Dundee. From there I was taken to see the Cleric in Dundee, and was nursed back to health. I have always known that I was different from the way I spoke, and the way I presented myself. I became an adventurer like many others, fighting to save the land from the evil tide that washed over it.

Through deeds and actions the people of the land saw fit to call me High Lord. Even from that day I did not know that I was the true heir. It was only with the emergence of Caer Laleldan, and the knowledge that I could pass through the magical barrier there that I realised that I was the true heir.

Some have speculated that during the fall of the Golden Age the king of the land fled elsewhere, and that fate drew his offspring back to Valorn, whilst others see me as a charlatan and false king.

Whichever people believe I will try to be a fair and just King. Although I have no true power over the land, many adventurers have sworn to protect me. It is for these adventurers that I chose to rule with honesty and fairness, and not by fear.