To the leaders of the Cult,
My name's Tarolock , master of the warlock arts.I began down this path when I was a boy.A strange man had come to my village looking for an apprentice adept in the arcane arts.My father was a mage and my mother too so I tried.To become his apprentice I had to cast a simple firebolt .All the other kids weren't able to even create a spark while I destroyed all of the target dummies one by one.The strange man laughed and and took me under his wing.After leaving the village I trained under him until I was a 20 year old man. I had become more powerful than him and realized he had nothing to teach me so I killed him.I then turned to warlock arts seeking more power which I found.Years later I was back stabbed in my sleep after destroying a whole village.Now I am reborn as a Forsaken and find that my hate for the living burns with a newer more destructive flame.I found out about your cult shortly after I was resurrected while staying in a tavern.I heard whispers of a cult made out of only Forsaken worshiping the Shadow and decided to seek it out.
I now seek acceptance in your cult to find even greater power and to find more meaning for my skills than to kill stuff without even thinking.
Tarolock Deathhand