Post by Sir Nichtmar on Apr 20, 2011 12:12:11 GMT -5
The Day Telemachus Died
I write this today because I feel part of me is slipping away.
When I was young and dumb I left Torranmar to find my parent’s killer. When I came to the mainland I found something else. I was jumped by orcs and left for dead. With the stab wound to my chest I surely would have died, but a dark wizard came and saved my life. What I didn’t know at the time was that he shared part of his essence with me.
I lived. I went to Mittelmarch and joined the guard. Eventually the dark wizard entered my life again as an enemy. Telemachus was his name and he used our bond to turn me against my friends. He was stopped. Then years later he re-surfaced and melded with a demon. He was destroyed by Lady Elestirne, Banith, and the sacrifice of Tatsumura.
That day he died, I felt it. It was like being stripped of your blankets on a cold night. My care for things changed. Hesitation to kill an enemy no longer exists. History and information is bleeding from my brain. Memories once etched in stone are now filled with nothing. I am Dragoon, I am Knight, I am Ogre, I am Nichtmar, this I know.
Post by Sir Nichtmar on Apr 21, 2011 12:03:34 GMT -5
Edge of Spring - 311
I left the guard today. I will always bleed Mittelmarch blue and Dragoon black, but today after this Harrow united the people, they wanted us out. So I quit. Focus now on Dragoon business. Make base out at the meadow.
Post by Sir Nichtmar on Apr 25, 2011 6:31:26 GMT -5
Rainy Spring - 311
Damned rain has slowed everything. The grass is out of control. Mud and Mess!
Tari, Rook, Torin and myself were on patrol the other day. Came across bandits. They almost had us at first. Caught us by surprise, but Rook yanked me from my spot and we destroyed the big one and then Tari and Torin folded the rest. They had some coin so, it wasn't all for nothing. We burned their bodies.
Rook and I sparred later that day, deciding that I was catching up with him in age, but I dare not yield to such convictions. I will train harder.
The more stillness I give my body, the more it resists to move. So I must keep moving.