...happy is the tomb where no wizard hath lain, and happy the town at night whose wizards are all ashes.
Understand firstly that I am dead as a door-nail, else none of the rest shall make sense. Just who I am is a mystery as vast as my empty grave: naught but nitre adorns my headstone. My armor encases me, as claustrophobic as a coffin - but I am all the more grateful for it.
I cannot recall anything of my life before the moment I sat up in a freshly-emptied grave. Someone, something, or some force removed the dirt entombing me - but whatever it was, it is gone now. I recall only a dim sense of a feeling, an emotion which is as ghostly as I am: failure.
-Darius Frost, Blue Whale Knight-Commander