From the darkness of Mor Van I arose, years ago...
At this time the proud Black Mountains fed my nothingness, I didn't need anything else...
I thought...
Then something strange came into my heart, something noble and unbreakable to me...
It destroyed with my full complicity all of what I was in some ways. It was so strong, so unusual, finally so great that it changed my life... I nearly lost my ancestral links with Morvan and moved so far away... Not in term of distance, but years passed and life made the rest...
Unfortunately after few treachery, lies and too human behaviors I had to understand that only my mountains, as old and eroded as they are, were forever reliable and would never deceive me in any way.
For times have changed since the Lord Of The Black Mountains was born, for many things are different now from what they were at this time, the Black Mountains can not anymore feed the emptiness of my heart. My Dark Land is still helpful of course, but not enough and quite unreachable... Loneliness in its arms would never be acceptable again, I'll never find any peace this way.
So I'll make war, where I am now or wherever I'll go, 'til I'll earn my place in Sto Vo Kor (Klingon "paradise", this web page is full of symbol of The Great Klingon Empire), and this shall be peace.