On this tattered piece of parchment is a faded ruddy stain of blood. There is distinct wear and grime. The fresh ink is lettered in a strangely beautiful way.
I, Dorn, born to the Quah of Mo’j, have decided to restore the text of Khal. The deeds of the honorable warrior Khal once existed to bring glory and honor to all of those in the quah of Mo’j. That glory and honor must be reforged and I believe that it can be done through the stories of Khal. The excerpts I have are from fragments of text and memories. They are a foundation for me to build upon.
The tyrant Krune was so strong that no one could stand against him. Khal would rather die than live under Krune’s tyranny…
Khal went into the Cinderlands, all the way to the Shaktal Volcano. He cut off a lock of his hair and thrust it into the river of molten rock, which poured from the summit. The hair began to burn, but then he plunged it into the Storval Deep and twisted it into a sword.
…and the blood was ankle deep. And the Kazaron River ran crimson red. On the day above all days. When Khal slew evil Krune dead…
…and after he used it to kill the tyrant Krune gave it a name: Leth, “the sword of honor”.