My name is Clover, son of a very fit gentleman, who brought flowers. I am, at least until the final paperwork goes through a Dark Knight of the Dread Empire of Yn’Tereth. I am also running for my life, from the Dread Empire of Yn’Tereth, in specific, XVII Legion, Alpha Cohort, First Century ( The Butcher’s Own). I am not overly worried about them catching me. I am sustained by the darkness, I have been forged in pain, transformed by suffering, and baptized in blood! Just like the recruiting posters. You remember, the ones I believed long enough to cross half the continent to sneak across the border to the Dread Empire of Yn’Tereth to take service with the only army that was okay with Dark Magic. You know, the stuff I thought I did. Well, we did. Look, its complicated.

My story is like that of any other. As a young boy raised by a single mother, my early life was a struggle. I was cast away to die in the darkness, but we talked a while and became friends, and life has been complicated ever since. All I want is to find a place that can accept a boy who loves the darkness, and tentacles that love me back.