My name is Torin Dol. I have started this journal because I realize I have nothing left.

My story begins when I was small boy growing up on a farm on the planet Cleotania. I was an only child and growing up in the toxic jungle was harsh. My mother and father were both hard workers and we prospered. Both my parents pushed me to get an education so I always had a book in my hand. Season after season, my family and I were hard at work.

One season the pollen levels on the planet were double they have been in years. And during this season we had a breach in one of our farming bubbles that my mother was working in. She had not taken her prescribed anti-allergenic medication that every human on Cleotania is given, yet. She was contaminated with the toxic pollen that surrounded the planet and she was dead within minutes. There was no one around and there was nothing I could have done…

When the pollen finally subsided from the poles, we found that the native lizard people known as the
Savino, had migrated. There were numerous reports of attacks in the area. We were next to get hit. Several creatures stormed our farm, tearing at anything that got in their way. My father fought with the rest of the town to ward off the beasts. I was forced to hide with the rest of the women and children. The governor’s army finally arrived to wipe out the hoard and I rush to find that my father was murdered.

After my family was gone, I tried to keep the farm going but I had to foreclose and the government took my farm. I turned to the government for aid and all they offered was a job stealing Savino eggs.
Apparently nobles raise them to become subservient. I thought of no better way of getting back at those lizards then to sell them into slavery.During my time scavenging for eggs, I learned from and studied the Savino. I learned their culture and have a basic understanding of their language. After learning about these creatures I decided the risk wasn’t worth the reward and I wasn’t making enough money. So I turned to my past farming contacts and got a job transporting various supplies back and forth from the poles of the planet.

I need to get off this planet. There’s nothing left but death here. I’ve heard rumors that there may be work for pilots on the nearby planet AntethiaI read a blog posted on one of these various job hunting sites. This guy named Loz Gossman is looking  for a crew. He’s on Antethia and I need a reason to get out of this jungle. I think I might hop on a transport and meet this guy. He says he’s ex-military so there may be some money in it. Besides if I don’t like where he’s going, at least I can check out the famous Casque and Flask.