If You Are Reading This, It Means I'm Dead

At the time of this writing, I don't know what it is that will be the cause of my demise, but as I write in every update of this letter, I can only hope that it will be the noble death of a warrior. When the sole purpose for one's existence is to be a soldier, a soldier's death is the only one befitting him. I hope, insomuch as someone like me can, that nobody else but me will ever see the contents of this letter but if that is the way it turns out, then that, as they say, is that. My existence is a mystery to me, my first memory will not be much different than my last, I suppose. We have existed for such a short period of time as a race that our full capabilities will not be known for sometime yet. I have yet to hear of any of my people dying of old age and to be quite honest, I do not yet know how my body will age with time. We are born and bred, so to speak, to be warriors and that is the definition of my existence. I have thoughts in my head sometimes of living a life without a sword in my hand and a bow on my back, but I don't know yet if that will be possible. The war is over but the world is not safe, danger has lurked around every corner for my entire life. The desire to live a life away from all of that seems so distant that it's hard to think about.

I have finished some business and am hoping to start a new chapter in the city of Sharn. It is a bustling city and has been known to be home to many of my people, as House Cannith has an outpost here and as the creators of my kind, I am naturally drawn here. Many of my kind have chosen a life of darkness, embracing their role as pure warriors at all costs, sometimes even to the degradation of their own souls. I hereby state that we, as Warforged, owners of our freedom also own a soul, just as all other peoples in the land. I made a decision at one point to do good, to not follow the path of that abomination the Lord Of Blades and his kind, as I do not possess a desire to gain power at any cost. I have, at times, been forced to face my own kind in matters of life and death and fortunately I prevailed. But extinguishing the life of my own kind is not what I hoped to be doing with my freedom. I hope to embark on a new adventure from this point. I hope to gain a little bit more knowledge about my kind and work toward advancing my people's place in this world. My final thoughts at this time, as I sit in the public market and experience the city moving around me, are those of a man, yes, a man, who hopes to open this letter and update it at another time and place with more knowledge, more experience, and a more advanced place in this world. If I never update this letter, so be it. Live by the sword, die by the sword. My name is Ell. Don't forget me when I'm gone.