Poisoner's Handbook

Dreams of deep light, of an age of peace... it was long ago and yet I still remember it so vibrantly.

Such beautiful things, threads of shimmering silver weaving amidst a sea of velvet. It caressed and guided me, so that I may lay eyes unto derelict stars.
By higher spheres a gift was I granted, but I knew not what to do with it, until I met a curious man.

He was an astrologer. But even though he bore the emblem of those of flame, his allegiances were not with Imperator Miros.

He had seen truth as I had, but he was brave unlike me. He sought out that dream-tinted constellation - those same stars - and in it found truth; an enlightenment that he decided to pass onto me, when he was still around.

When I was lost and afraid, he found me and granted me comfort. I had just been ousted by my fellow kin, cast away by my own blood after being deemed bereft of the blessings of the flame.

He taught me the ways of our brethren. The path of the sinner and the conniver, of the dreamer and the poisoner.

And I relished in this fate.