If you are reading this, and you are not me, Arkanite, then I am probally dead.
If so, then I will start this journal (or diary, whatever you want) with a small autobiography.
I am Arkanite. Descended fom my ancestor who I was named after, Arkanite. From what I was told, we share the same face, but that does not matter. I am Arkanite II, Arkanite the Second in the names of Calradian nobles, but I just name myself Arkanite. No need for fancy titles.
My family lived in a small village, but we were nobles, as being descended from Arkanite, one of Calrad's most trusted vassals, is something not many could say, as infertility is common in the bloodline, and if we are fertile, we do not have many children. But that is irrelevant. The small village was located on... Well, it was long ago, and I think it is named Veluca? Well, it was named different back in the day, that's for sure. And smaller.
My father was constantly split up between the Khergits and the Rhodoks when many "Claimants to the Calradian throne" arose. All of Calrad's descendants were dead. Or so they think. Suprises are in every corner you did not inspect. Those "claimants" all gained supporters, and many soldiers fought for them. They were, the Swadians, the Rhodoks, the Khergit Khanate, Sarranid Sultanate, and the Nords. Oh, and Vaegirs. Everybody forgets about them.
But, do you even know what happened, who Calrad was, or why the lands split up?
Let me tell you. But not today. Tomorrow I will return, and tell more.