New life with the Order

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This book is kept in the library of the Order's recruitment office. It is unmarked but can be stumbled upon.

Entry 1:

I am nothing, life without a purpose. There is nothing that I can remember about who I am or my past. Therefore, I will keep this journal so that I may not once again forget.

It was when the night fell, two Elven days ago. I heard a voice on the winds, something calling me. I heeded the call with no objection. I can remember nothing of where I was or how I got there, only the call and that I heeded it. The very last visual memory I retain is me, standing alone in the Order's hall, holding a book labeled, "The Viera." Once then, the voices stopped leaving with one last call. I was to join the Order and become one with it. I haven't the slightest idea why I wanted to, but I knew that this was my new life, this is where my life will hold purpose.

A man clad in armor then approached me. I would come to later realize that this man was the Hochmeister Mirtok, leader of the Order. After I explained my intentions with him, he sent for a recruitment officer that would look me over. I met with him at which we had a moderate conversion about joining the Order in which I prompted, "I came here to find purpose." Finding my worth sufficient, the recruitment officer fetched some Plebeian attire for me to change into. My first task was given, that of learning the knowledge of the Order. And so my new life begins. Even though I know nothing of my old one, I find that this one is much better, more at peace with myself.

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Entry 2:

About a week has passed in time. I have learned much of the Order from reading their lore. But the tome that interests me the most is the book that was first in my possession, my first memory that I remember. "The Viera." I have read the tome two times over and I cannot find what it means and why it came into my possession. My inquiries into this will continue but as for now I will tell of my exploits in the Order.

Near the beginning of the week, I assisted the Order in a sweep of various areas through out the borders of Oren. When I asked in precticular what we where looking for I got the response, "Heretic, mutant and mage." This seemed odd to me as what I read from the history of the Order strayed much from the original policies and beliefs. Best keep this to myself as my word and presence holds no weight.

It had occurred to me that in order to gain respect here, I would need to show it through my actions. My first thought was to continue with these sweeps in search of the people of interest. As I was told I wasn't welcome in Ildon, my next best thought was Solace. Upon arrival, I drew in the fresh air of the country side and started for the main part of the city. As I passed through the massive gates of Solace, a man of the White Roze stopped me and began with the questions. As like many people outside the Order, the view of my Black Cross was distasteful to him. After the constant questioning of my authority, I pressed on with no further distractions of the man.

It wasn't long before I stumbled along a structure with the labeling of the "Arcane-Delvers." This building blatantly expresses the intent to practice the arcane arts, which is a violation of the laws of the Holy Oren Empire. I was able to pull two names from the premicies; Garland and Titius, none of which I know of. I reported this to Maur the OrdenMarschall of the Order. Hopefully my notions will be received with some respect from my brothers.

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Entry 3:

Murderer. Such weight and gravity held in that word, the weight that now rests on my shoulders. Albeit, even though I have taken another man's life, it seems to easily settle on my mind, almost familiar to me. As I stood their holding Dain's sword, I felt strong, powerful, like my skin was that of plate armor. It was as that even the god's themselves could not cull my strength. It was an empowering feeling.

The man I slew was a traitor, one that was against the Black Crosses. It seemed as if he knew others that have passed of the Order, one that he mentioned, "Samuel." Either way, he was delt with, and I gained much respect from my brothers. This truly is the highest achieving moment since I became one with the Order. Well, that I can remember in general.

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Entry 4:

May my life be forever changed. For I now have insight on what has been forgotten, the memories that have been stolen away from me.

Last night, I had a dream of the most vivid quality. In this dream, I was dead but somehow I still retained consciousness. As I lay there, a man completely stripped of flesh approached me and began to talk, but not with his mouth, as if he spoke directly to my soul.

"I have created who you are now. For I foresaw your death in your previous life, and I changed your course."

I just layed there, for my limp jaws could not utter a word. It was unnerving.

"I come before you now to reveal myself to you. I am Fagari, the Keeper of Niflheim. And you, will be my instrument."

I thought to myself, "What could this otherworldly being want with me?" Almost as fast as I thought it, Fagari rebuttled.

"You, my son, will return the belief of the Viera back to the ones that bare the Cross of Honra."

Again I thought to myself, "He can hear me! What was my past? Who am I? Why have to chosen me?" I rattled off questions as fast as I could think of them.

"For me to tell you these things would bring my efforts moot. Best you accept this fact that this is your new life now, your old self is dead."

And then the dream ended. I awoke in a cold sweat as if I sprinted several miles. I am unsure of what to believe, but I knew one thing. There is no way I could tell anyone of this experience, for this would be hercy and I would be surely banished from the Order. I must try and make sense of this situation before I proceed with anything.

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Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.