Path of Exile Talent Competition

Exiled
They brought us here on a ship like cattle.
We shared the same fate, we had been exiled to Wraeclest, banned from out homeland of Oriath
Our ship got caught in a furious storm that made us doubt if we would even see land ever again, I heard a holy man say it's prayer and beg it's god for a good ending, not did we know that there are no gods in Wraeclest.
We heard stories of Wraeclest, a country drenched in evil corruption, a country so vile that even the dead couldn't find any rest, the birth place of the templar order, but also the downfall of many empires and civilizations that where much more advanced then ours.
In the end our ship still crashed on the shore, we where with six survivors, a witch exiled for necromancy and black magic, a murder exiled for doing it's job, a poacher that hunted on the wrong prey at the wrong place, a fighter that picked the wrong fight, a brute that was brought to trail, a holy man, maybe the one I heard pray and there was me, the youngest of them, scion of a right family and a learner of everything.
Back then we didn't know what we would be facing, but something told us to stick together despite our differences, it would increase our chance of survival in this wretched land, on the shore I lost all innocence that I once had, it was kill or be killed by the death bodies of our fellow exiles that came back to life, it's not that long ago but a lot has changed, in our travel through Wraeclest we learned it all, the corruption of this land, Atziri queen of the vaal, Maligaro, Chitus, the Karui, High templar Voll, High templar Dominus, Malachai, the gemling people and their queen, the purity rebellion and even the beast that caused all this.
Our journey certainly changed us, we are no longer what we where and we have become what many would fear, but our intentions are good and we fight for survival of humanity on this land even if we have to embrace the corruption ourselves.

After our violent landing on the shore of Wraeclest we had to fight ourselves towards the ruins of an old lighthouse, there was light. This seemed to be the first trail, with the biggest challenge at the end, the body of a brute brought back to life by the corruption of this land, his skin was pale and the sword in his chest clearly didn't bother him. it took us team effort to get him down after which the witch could incinerate him, leaving behind nothing but the sword from his chest, it's only now that I saw how big it was, even the brute needed two hands to lift it, but he carried it despite the weight as an additional factor of defence for himself. arriving at the lighthouse we they where astonished with what they had seen, the brute that they called Hillock defeated, quickly they opened their gate that was made of driftwood to protect themselves from the undead roaming the beach. They welcomed us and offered to share their fire with us, an offer we couldn't refuse.
Sitting at the warm fire we talked, we shared our stories and why we had been exiled, except for the holy man that appeared to be a famed templar, he did not know why he got exiled after years of devotion and hard work, all he could say that it must have been the god's plan to do so.
Shortly after the introduction we got to talk about the situation we found ourselves in. The leader of the encampment of the lighthouse knew of another group of survivors further land inwards, sadly the route became to dangerous for communication or trade with each other, they asked us if we could possibly help in trade for some provisions and a gem of choice for all of us.
Not did we know yet that these simple and harmless looking gems contained life and abilities we couldn't dream off.