PREFACE
I am Aigiarne, I am the culmination of all that I have learned.
From my Mother, Non-No, I learned to govern myself and obey the wizened elderly of the village.
From my Father, Shakushain, I learned of ceremony and good manners.
From my Tutors, simple and harmonious living based on trade and favor.
From my Ringing Band, tenacity, iron will, and acting only on certain matters.
From Kuriv Hanj, to abstain from florid rhetoric, to maintain a curtness and directness in my writing. To remember what is only worth remembering, and to discard all else.
From Tsolomon, to receive favors, gifts, and promises with humility but without being hobbled by such things.
From the Peer, Euric Freward, I learned what envy, hypocrisy, and despotism are in a government. From him, I also learned that those who consider themselves noble, are often deficient in the ability to convey humanity.
From the Shaman, Shimabukuro, to not idly ignore my friends should they find fault, and to eagerly accept them should they attempt to strive above it.
I was born and raised within a ring, it has been so long that I barely remember the enumeration. Ring two-hundred-and-fifty, or thereabouts, is what I would guess. Within this journal, I will write what I can of the Old City. What existed before this age of Ash and Desert, beget by a dead King and the end of a World.
(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/865477771115495494/1086785566353399878/Journal_Page.png)