Akeron's Journal.

[Akeron 55]

OOC: I was much more passionate at the begginning of the writing, so its going to go downhill from the second paragraph downwards.

Writing:

Malinors Breath, the 22nd of 1302.

You, reader, probably know me from my villianous, foolish acts over my horrible reign in Aegis. I am known for stealing the cross of Kal Alras, Killing the King charles, and many of his guards. The theft of the dwarven empires iron that lead to the war between the Dwarven and Human nations? That was my fault as well. I am not going to put aside my previous acts and say " Oh, but i am better now. " For i am not. I am still the lazy, washed up man i was back in my days of Alkhazar. My life has been long and confusing, i hope by explaining from birth to death my lifespan in hope you will see the truth, for it is inexplainable without emotion.

My name is Royce. My parents grew me up to be a loving, carefull child to be strict by the rules. I played the occasional prank in borem as any other child would, but nearly always be kind and gentle. Through my childhood years i made several friends. Caden Cathaldus, Martin Sevrek, William Corvious... the list is endless. I got along with everyone well, up untill my teenage years.

I started becoming an ignorant fellow, believeing my parents were telling me things that were pointless... I would kick my own ass if i could reverse time, thats how ignorant i was. I disrespected them, treated them like dirt, and when they both died of old age, i danced with joy as i became a wealthy citizen. The torment haunts me of what I'd done, to be very serious I don't even remember what it was they annoyed me about. After there death, i met a strange fellow, Ares Stark. He was a bold man, and treated me like a father. I ended up joining his Military Campaign in the Oren Guard, and was treated with much respect. During my ears of guarding, i was very trustworthy. I made several fortress's around Aegis, primarely around Oren deticated to the guard. Two weeks afterword, all of them were removed. The same message on each sign: " You will not continue tyrianny. ". I do not know who did it even up untill today; but whomever it was is a very clever fellow, for he's outsmarted me. I returned to the guard after having my home removed, demanding we catch the bloke who did it. We searched around, and found no evidence. It was a rather disapointing year for me, but i got over it soon afterwards. The time came when i was walking around Oren, and i decided to walk to the Farm. I accidentally fell into the fountain, and long and behold there was a hole! I swam below, and caught breath before i could drown. There was gold all around, and an pool of lava in the room above it. At the time, i thought it was just another decieveing look of a quest. Now i know that it was the first symbol of the undead. It showed sign of the hellish Netherworld all around it. The prince and i journyed into it, and it ended up becoming empty, with nothing but a patch of soulsand at the end. It was a dissapointing find for such exitement, so the weeks went on without a second thought about it. The next year of my guard duty, the prince, Brett Perea was born. Oh, trust you me, he was an awfull boy. He treated the guard like i treated my parents... maybe worse. He exiled me for entering the Guardhouse without his permission. I laughed and told him to leave or I'd call his mother. Unfortunatly for me, that was a demise. King of Oren, Pampo Perea came to his sons aid and personally told me to leave the Oren Guard. I could see in his eyes that it was in respect for his son, and I was not about to betray his trust. The following morning I was banished from the Milita. Futhermore, I spent the next few years rather poor, infact living in a beggars tent outside of Oren. These were the " Hard Times " of my life, that wouldn't dare compair to the future layed before me. The next year, i would enter Adulthood, in which i could finally legally own a home in Oren.

I turned Eighteen, the adult age for Oren and bought a small, quaint home on the side of Pampo Perea's mountain. This unfortunatly was short lived, for the king and perea himself commanded me to tear it down after i paid for it. That moment there i thought i'd have a rivarly, but it turned out not to be a misfortune, for i bought a small home in Kal Uruguan afterwards. In the halls of Kal Urugan, he finally felt at home again. Living amonst the dwarves was infact very easy! The only downside was i was made fun of for my Childish name; Royce. I quickly changed it to Akeron, meaning " Wisdom over Strength. ". Akeron Dai'viance was my new official name, and i bore it proudly. Later into my work of Kal Uruguan, the king requested that I'd work in the Railway mines. It was hard work, but it improved my Stamina. A funny story came along with it; The king and i were chipping away at the wall when the both of us fell. We were trapped in an hole to bedrock with no way out. After much shouting, we remained silent. He had some wood on him, so we started a quant fire, and made bedrolls from spare cloth. Three or Four weeks King Charles and i were trapped. In the time i learned much about him. He was a ruler that craved power, a thing we both had in common. He wanted to expand his land further than the mere caves of Kal Uruguan, into the deeper lands of Kal Uruguan. I thought he'd gone mad when he said he heard shouting above us. I thought our time was coming to an end, for we had run out of food the day before. We were saved! Lukas the Advisor and Barin the Archibishop had finally found our hole and rescued us free. The first sight of light made me so greatfull, that i completely abandon the caves of Kal Uruguan, and set of for Laurelin. It took me a days travel at most to get there. I could've gone by boat, but the fee to pay wasn't worth it. I met the High Prince, Native. He was an absolutely delightfull man. standing a foot or so smaller than I. I asked him why he was so tiny, and he told me it was because of his racial benifit. I surely wouldn't want to live the life of something so small. Onwards a few weeks later, the forest of Malinor were becoming too quiet, even for a peaceloving man like Myself. I moved to the last place he had left to go to.. Krugmar. I visited the Orcish capital, the warm sandy desert... It was awful. I stayed there for a day at most, and then left after an old shaman attempted to murder me. What a friendly fellow, he was. I mean that in the most truthfull way possible. A three day journy it took, and i made it back to Kal Uruguan just to gather my things. I of corse stopped to talk to my friend Gotrek, who was always smiley and happy next to me... How is Gotrek doing? I havn't spoke to him in years... Anywho. I took a minecart ride to Kal Alras, where i met a man named Rasun. I told him i was resigning from my position on the railroad. Rasun gave a hearty laugh, and felt that it was fine. The job there is long and dangerous, he admitted. I also spoke to him of membership of a home, so he gave me a key. Oh, you do not know how big of a mistake that was. The time i had spent with the dwarves was more then enough to give me a natural greed for Iron, Gold, and Diamond. The key that Rasun gave me was infact the Key to the city. I could now unlock every chest within Kal Alras... Haha, it was a beuitifull time in my life. I stold iron from citizens at day, and during night he practiced Magic. Curious of the result between the two, I combinded Iron with the basic arcane arts and made the first form of Alchemy. This was a breakthrough in economic status, for i could now turn Iron into Gold. Knowing of the best sorce of iron, I walked to the center of Town. There was an arch there, it had twelve blocks of solid gold and iron on each side. Taking it was easy, for all he had to do was knock the chain from the top. It collasped on an innocent bistandard, whom i do not know today. Whoever you are, i am deeply sorry. Besides that, i gained 100+ Iron, and three blocks of diamond as well. Later on that very same day, the king, King Charles the Mad, came and locked me into a torture chamber. It was rather warm and delightfull, but the experience wasn't. He dumped a large bucket of water over my head, intending on killing me due to loss of air. I was rather clever... Maybe not so. The tortue device was faulty, i simply swam to the top and ran away. Shortly afterwards, a war broke out between the dwarves. On some occasion, some how... the dwarves blamed Pampo Perea for the stealing of the iron. What a relief! I felt like all my trouble was over untill Pampo found out about me being the thief, then i was in some severe trouble. I was added to the wanted list, and stripped of my pride. I went to go live in a mountain in Oren, the name of which i did not know. It was a cold region, ice and snow all around. I met my friend Guriam there, he was a very nice fellow. We shared the mountainside for a few weeks untill the war ended and i was regained entry to Al'Khazar. I don't remember how the rest turned out, so i'll fastforward some weeks. I bought a shoreside stall next to Dawn's Bakery, it was very mossy and smelt alot like a wine cellar. Took me atleast a week to finish redecoration, but in the end it was beuitiful. The walls were a nice stone texture, with a log and wooden combo flooring... I made it worth the money i spent. The time i remained there was quite a while. It was were i met Alex, the mysterious fellow from acrost the street. Hempshine, the always cheery merchant who may or may not have had a crush on Dawn Perea, and Dawn Perea herself. I ended up selling the stall just a few days ago for a hefty sum of 7,500 minas, when i bought it for nearly 2,000. I bought a large home on the side of Alkazar, giving a great view of the city. I do not know my neighbors, for they are always on an adventure and never around. Upon my transfering of items from the vault to my home, my friend Caden Cathaldus and Relok'oth helped. I later went on a mission with Caden, where we took a journy to Haven. It was long and boring, and i even fell from the hight! My leg was broken in the end, and it took three months to heal. During the healing period, my friend Caden visited me often, sharing his storys of how much fun he was having. It was torture not being able to go on and have journy with my friends. I took up a new hobby while in my crippled state, which was the power of Persuasion. I ended up being able to confuse my friends into thinking that i wasn't injured, just to have a good laugh. I don't know much of the good period of my life in this point, so i'll switch over to my elderly ages.

I was finally feeling a limp in my back, my old age was striking. I'd have lost most of my friends already at this point. Gotrek died of old age, Barin also died of god knows what. Ol' Pampo Perea was slaughtered by the undead... I can never forgive that. He and i may of had a complex relationship, but death was beyond comprehension. Ares Sark, the man who adopted me had died a few years into my manhood, and i've lost track of Caden, Guraim, and Alex. It was a lonely time for here on out, living out on a mountain in the middle of nowhere. I took a long journy to the temple of Aegis, and found myself in the grasp of a large town that was covered in Lava. It was a devistating look from afar, so i took a closer gander. A large fortress was just in view of the town, that was also covered in lava. My eyes were in awe when i found neither were abandon. I shouted out to see if any of them could hear me, and to my suprise: " What is it! " yelled my old friend, Guraim. I shouted my hello, and i was kindly greeted inside. Inside to another surpsie: Alex de' Caux was there in some oddly shaped robes. He greeted me as well, but i could tell his persona had changed. I was recruited into the Undead's Minionship, a faction I'd never thought I'd be in. I offerred many of my belongings as proof i was worthy. It was basically out of fear. I no longer had the ability to fight anymore, and death was near. I would be suprised if i'll survive next year, considering the lifespan of the average human. My time is running short, even as i'm writing, but i'll continue the story: I was just gained access to the Trials, of which i cannot share. I wrote every bit of the Undead's Information that i knew, though, and sent it by pigeon to the Ascended's Okowonoko. I'm not going to go in depth of my experience with the undead, for it was long and horrid. I'll just describe my situation now:

I'm old, I'm Dieing, and I'm going to send this single copy to somebody I personally know. Should you get the chance to read this, you are probably somebody whom never knew me, nor would you want too.

... I'm rambling on again, my old age is killing my memory. I'll continue to write more tommorow. My Alchemy lab is making confusing sounds, then i'll get some sleep.

-The alchemist dissapeared the next day, not a trace left behind-

OOC: I'm going to start out a new character, open to all suggestions!

[Akeron 55]

Confirmed: I'm going to mane a slightly insane wizard. [OOC]

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