The Journal of Nehemia Everstride: Chapters I-V

[Nehemia]

As reply to the thread requesting stories etc. I'll copy paste some of my character's lore here.
*Notice: This background has been written for Darkfall character, but basicly
Nehemia will be samekind of character in MO.
I'm not really a roleplayer, but I enjoy playing by a lore, thats why I'm writing one.
The Journal of Nehemia Everstride, I: The Prologue.

It has been less than two weeks since I joined on trial to The Fireblood Brotherhood,
I have carried out easy tasks for Trent, the leader of the brotherhood, now he said I was ready.
I stared at the door, the wind howls in the night and the leaves move restlessly.
From the night I entered into small hall, in middle of hall, there was his desk. Trent turned from the fireplace
and stared into my eyes with serious look on his face. He knew my thoughts, he knew what I was going to say.
I was ready.
- "Say hello to the local blacksmith from me, Nehemia." Trent said with a sly smirk of a scroundrel.
- "At once, sir'e." I replied. It wasn't like I had any other option, I wasn't the boss around, yet I didin't want to walk to another end of town at night like this.
Once Outside I took the old road across the fields to the blacksmith. The rain had harvested the grain from the fields, now glimmering like field of stars in moon's cold white light. The scarecrow grinned at me, it somehow reminded me of the mahirim, I shivered, the corpse of rabbit was still fresh, the poor thing had met end of its road among the feast of wolves.
As the sound of metal clashing grew stronger, I could see from distance the blacksmith's banner dancing in the wind. When underneath it,
its shadow seemed to slam to my face again and again. Blacksmith wasn't at home, but his apprentice. This young girl who seemed to have willpower
and strength, even though she wasn't strong. Before I mentioned anything about Trent the girl smiled widely and said that she was expecting Trent's new apprentice, Trent was known as hunter in among the village for now. She handed me over two short swords, other was very grim looking, it was clearly for offence, the another looked like the last wall between me,
and my enemy, my saviour, the defender.
- "They are Jing' and Gizu', Sorrow and Thorn, Sorrow's the right handed blade for offence, Thorn's your guard.
Sorrow may take lives, but when used in righteous cause, these blades can save lives, I made them myself."
With the same smile on her face she turned away from me. I looked at her back when she vanished behind the corner. "I'll be back in a second, with you're crossbow" she said. I am not sure did I say a sentence that crossed my mind the very moment ,"You do not know me." These words echoed in my head..
"You do not know me.." "You do not know me, if you'd know me, if you knew, who
I really was, and what is my cause. You would hate me from the bottom of your heart."
She returned with a crossbow in her hand and peered at me searchingly, like she heard what I said.
"I think its best for you to return to your masters house." She said.

The storm that night was brutal, the wind did its share at lumber cutting too. I opened my eyes,
I didin't sleep much that night, had thoughts of my own. Was I really ready? I cannot say, but one thing was certain.
In the very hall, where I met Trent last night. Now by his side was standing this wealthy looking man.
Trent's look didin't look more cheerful as it was last night. He stood up from his chair and said:
- "Nehemia, I have my first task for you."
- "I'm ready' for anythin'!"
Once I said those words, the noble man chuckled. A creeping thought crossed my mind,
I have to spill my hands in blood.

Second journal entry. (1/2)

Standing on the highest mountain, I'm the king of this land.
I arrive when I'm leaving. Down there I see the rivers crystal clear.
The trees evergrowing and leaves peacefully falling.
If only this dream was real..

Where is my home...
Where is my home...
Where is my home...
Where is my fate...

The mist conceals the guidance of stars. I need to admit it.. I'm lost.
The great Nehemia, lost... And the best, I'm at the edge of insanity...
Whats next, cannot know, cannot tell.. But for sure, I am lost, lost in this twisted nightmare..
My boots are covered in moss, I can smell rotten orc, These insects alone drive me mad.
The everending amount of vines, and water reaches my waist. These leeches have almost chewed my legs completly.
Mercian's always said the swamps of Morak are mouth of melek himself, they tend to talk big, but not this time..

Fear..
Fear..
Fear, it conquers you easily...

Leave it behind for today, the thunder shakes the earth, raindrops lashing my eyes.
So many has to leave behind their loved ones because of their weakness...
I guess sometimes I just need to continue.. The grumble behind me.. the interuption,
I freeze, turn around and look at the beast, the one who doesn't care if your a smith, priest or a sailor.
Shit.. Now I can say, I was not ready. The creature dives.. I am almost certain the lurker approaches with fast speed.
My father always said do not go swimming when its thundering. The raindrops bashing the watery surface,
I place my walking staff into the water in front of me..

Don't go swimming when its thundering...
Leave the fear behind for today...
Here lies my god forsaken faith.

I feel the walking staff getting hit, I crouch underwater quickly and pounce as high as I can, On the air, staring at the jaws
of the beast clashing together under me. I hope these vines last. Eventually the beast got bored. It started to swim away from me.
I still cannot identify the monster, the visibility was bad. I am now certain its gone, I can continue my way.
Don't offer your hand to snake. The dagger pierces flesh, nailing the head of the tiny creature between me and the tree. I tie
it to my neck, by noon the dinner will be ready. Leave fear behind for today, I kept repeating the words to myself.
It seems the swamp is finally leaving behind. I sit down and kiss the wet, but still... Land.
After taking off the leeches, I open the map, I wasn't off the course that bad, the huge rock, which is used as landmark here is only few feet away.
I need to thank Fawa from these maps later. Continuing my way towards north. I promised, I swore through the rock and the treestomp.

I will catch the traitor with his message before he reaches Metal Heart.
His prayer will not be heard, no aid from the merciful of the light.
I do not sing for the devil, My arrow will whistle.
Once again, Melek shall bathe in blood of his own children.

Second Journal Entry. (2/2)

For so long I have been waiting for this moment.
Into my eyes I have locked the child of the betrayer.
Time has come, stand strong, raise your sword, your final road block stands above you.
The bolt pierces the neck of the drake, its scream of agony echoes in the valley,
Before my eyes the beast falls, taking with him the messanger.
Walking close to him, he stands up, curses my name and my race,
foul mouth the creature of night has. He will never outdone my bravery.
Those eyes spit thunder, his shield filled with spikes, the swords edge dark as he is.
What an enchanting day.

My fury, unchained, unbreakable. The alfar charges, roaring in Meleks name.
His strikes easily parried, easily dodged, my fist of iron strikes, the teeth of the betrayer
scatter across the valley. First blood is shed.
To my surprise, his shield flies, biting my chest and knocking me down.
Before I stand up his sword strikes, it pierces my pauldron, sriking through my shoulder.
His laugh bitter, its mouth spills blood to my face, my revenge sweet,
here we both shall lie wounded by blade. He screams, His lord turns away from him.
My task complete.

Abadoned in the forlon land. That was a battle with pride and ego.
Wounded I lie, look into the past. The road towards future seems far away.
The thunder and fire rain once again, hell bents upon the warrior.
I'm sick, I'm tired to explain, its my way, its my burden to take.
On this cold dark night, howl of the wind, storm breaks loose.
Journey home, looking for the signs of the mountain sides.

From the mountain side, the twisted wind blows into the new hole inside.
My path down lies ahead, frozen and hard it has become. The sky is burning,
new dawn is here. No shelter for ranger before these ancient mountains.
Counting the stars, My sight fading black, even in the dark I can
see the silver lightning, shining far before the sun.
So this a new beginning, so far away.. So far away..

Turned to another direction from crossroads, leaving past behind,
no turning back.. Even in the dark I can see the silver lightning,
shining bright so far before the sun. My cause righteous, my fist
of reckoning, plated with iron. My hand of justice.

Third Journal Entry:
How could I tell this to you. Life's a game, were puppets controlled by higher beings.
Like slaves to the master, life's a game to me and I am held from the strings.
No emotions remain, apples taste like ash and enemies flee when I enter the arena.
Scenery changes like taverns and women, bonus points given from every extra catch.
All else hollow covered with echoes and memories. Don't you worry hero will arrive,
not to save Agon but to completly wreck this wretched shit.
Like a cooked egg hardens so does my heart.

Right, right left and right. Thats the dance of life we all step through.
Come on' sip some ale, smirk at few flirts and unbutton some of that shirt.
Oh you're married? It doesn't slow me down. Hey chill lady, I'm no Morgan or a beggar.
Hunting? If I would be hunting I'd go after Melek's children than virgins.
Those are my replies, same repeat of words from tavern to tavern.
Once again I run away from the angry husbands of yours.
Its my way to down that keg of ale and at morning flip around when the cash's gone again.
Dry your tears guardsman, I'm not stealing anything, I'll just need a present from her 'cause I love her.
I'm dancing with danger and she's ridin' till end. You'll have her back at the break of the dawn.
Her hips on fire, sorry but she was so hot I had to try her.
The gentleman is painting his horns on the wall again.

From the wind you'll hear all is not right. Something is missing and owner doesn't want to carry on.
Sometimes I wonder when I look into the south. There the winter won't clash its knives.
In the moonlight the robbed ones will sleep. Sun doesn't shine to me without hesitation.
From the swallow waters of guilt I can walk over. Northern grain I keep draining.
Frost is only whispering speech. Here I lay on my fathers frozen. Footsteps on the stolen ground.
I have legs faster than justice. I have no own land to sing for, looking for that extreme line,
no stone colum to sit on. No real value to work for, sometimes trying to understand too much
and finally once a while I'll be a fool. Mercians in Mirendil and blueblood soldiers swearing wrong oaths.
Thats my reason not to sing, no peace to work for, I'm just looking for that extreme line in middle of all the speech.
And you accuse me of a theft.

Standing in the rain biting the bitter cold. Oh' Madeleine.
I'm strolling to another city just to find another poor soul.
Where have you gone oh' Madeleine.
Broken by heartache but driven by sound, the flute's sound is tearing my soul apart. I don't want to be hurt, nor another feather to your elegant hat.
I'm returning home, to my very own forest clearing. Oh' bard'man play me that sweet and heavenly song.
I know one day I'll marry that girl.

That is my introduction to you, dearest traveller, thats who I really am.
A cook, gentleman, thief and lover.
My life is here, just a milestone away. In the forgiving hands of my master.

Fourth Journal Entry:
In the graveyard the air is getting colder.
Cursing I watch the church's bell tolling, inhaling the fresh air after rain.
Fortnight ago received a letter, calling me to this place.
Easy money it should be, and profit is the king.
Once again I'm a knight who vows for all that glitters.

Pointing me with finger she does. Explaining trouble in Silvertown.
Husband with a gambling problem, heard that one before.
Once he is gone, my contract giver can reach the riches she has dreamed off.
To me belongs a payment, thats all I care for.
Fulfill my glass and I will hear your sad story.
Feed my horse so I can continue my way.
Towards Silvertown, where profit is the king.

I will always be a soldier of fortune.
Boss will receive my thanks, my smile satisfied.
Double the loot and even Ray will laugh.
People of my trade, the better folk.
Let me sing the song that belongs to the thieves.

Travelling through the swamps, the misty mountains.
Dense forests and deserts, rivers and oceans.
Oi' travellin to Silvertown, lets travel together.
Safety number one, no time for bandits.
Caravan arriving to the gates. Guards who I've met before.
Oh this is my town, the little metropolis of epicurists.

All old friends gathered in the harbour.
And there she stands, the beatiful Jasmin', still good looking.
Supposed to be maiden to the queen, still telling the same story.
Fairytales of her dreams. Noticing something, that character my looking.
Sitting inside the tavern, betrayer, brother or whatever.
Without hesitation through the window flies scythe of the reaper.
Missing its target, shedding innocent rum bottles into pieces.
Like dust he vanished into the wind. Turning away, turning away.
Wish I missed, wish I did hit. I just wanted to ask, why?
Again I sit down to the saddle of my old companion,
gazing to the hills, to the mansion of the rich one.

Dissappeared into the system, cannot be retrieved.
Cannot be forgiven, the agony goes away by screams.
Of him crying on the floor, sword strikes one more time.
What kind of is the heaven, that no one has found.
Where from is Auros, the false leader of men.
Everyone of us timeless, solace in the fire that cleanses.
One more light to the hills will be lit.
As I walk away the flames tickle my confidence.
Enjoying my freedom.