Zakajaervi

I ate some sausage today, if anyone cares.

IGN: Zakajaervi NAME: Mikhail Othaman AFFILIATION: Empire

A wretched and forsaken man greets Hick in hell, Or a redeemed and forgiven one in the skies. God knows..

- Alright, I know my latest post was a leaving-post, but during christmas time i had some days off, and I thought I might as well PK my persona. So here it is, I greatly appreciate anyone reading this I put some effort into it. There are names I may have forgotten, there are names I certainly choose not to include. So here it is, Abrahams story summarized. / Z ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ The Death of Sir Abraham the Spellblade, AKA Adrian Obediah Just like any Obediah, the life of Adrian was not completely in the light, nor completely swallowed by the dark. He entered Haense, in a world his ancestors had both shaped roads and destroyed them. In a world where the tales he grew up being told, was written all around him. A particular name amongst many others he did remember from his fathers tales, “Othaman.” Their families had once long ago fought in the late empire. And so it was that the world had its consistent way of making history repeat itself. Sofiya Othaman. It was not only she who brought him into the BSK but it was also her that he began to admire. To love. She brought him onto a road he intended to use to wander away from the un-life his ancestors were a part of. Though learning the woman he wanted had a deceased brother Karl she wished to speak to again, a terrible idea was born. As was a vampire. And the following years, Adrian helped her seek tools he knew would destroy her. Petyr Weiss was amongst the wisest to have crossed roads with Adrian, for he understood that Adrian was a danger to her. That his love was sure to be damaging. What Adrian knew she wanted more than anything was soon to damn her. And when he realized the damage he had done, his mind began to break. So, he ran. Thus, Abraham Fjelstedt was born. A new chance, a new life, a new identity. Some people knew Adrian, way more knew Abraham, but very few knew the both of them were the same person. He was now Man, Vampire, and Scion. A limb set in three different worlds. His road lead him to a newborn empire. He was a fool to assume he could surpass the Scions plague upon the mind. He did not realize it, but the boon of being a spellblade had split his mind to two. When he was not Abraham, he was the vampire he didn’t yet know he could cure. A vampire which spread its madness into the empire that the man, Abraham, was fighting to rid from dark-kind. It took a long time for him to see what was happening around him, to notice that the unholy commotion he was ordered to root out was birthed from himself. Khel’Ahern. A perfect parasite of his own making. Below the surface, Adrian the Vampire was making friends with powerful dark forces. He was once recruited as a tool for the white haired woman who did make him into a scion. The adrian that the empire did not know was becoming more unstable by the day. The white haired Anair knew he was beyond controll and order, even for her. "He is no man. He is death and destruction." Above the surface, Abraham sought to follow the footsteps of his Grandfather, Solomon Obediah, whom was knight in the Swints Guard of Oren. He was doubtful, being a Scion, but he sought to make his case either way. Nobody took him seriously, hearing about what made him unique. What made Abraham unlike the common warrior. He thought the someone who would see value to his uniqueness did not exist. So he thought. Thus, he met his first mentor. “Interesting,” - “The Imperial Guard is not a bad place to start, and can easily be a open door to better things.” - “Tell me why should I train you?” The grey eyes of the Knight would rest on the form of Abraham, “What would be in it for me? If you are not of his Imperial Majesty's levy.” It was Sir Arn Honeywine. Stood in front of the great Sir Honeywine he did make his case, and he made it good. Where Abraham saw hope, the knight-commander saw potential. And so his path to knighthood began. Ironically, one of the quests onto the knighthood Abraham was seeking was to convince his emperor, and his knightly commanders that he was free of any plaguing in his mind. He had convinced himself, and so he did convince them too. “You are an enigma” The knight-commander was not wrong. A knight, with his face often shrouded, was a knight shrouded in mystery. ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ Following his knighthood, he was living at the peak of his bright life along with his comrades. He married into the house Winburgh aswell. Illatiae Winburgh, whom he met whilst dueling his comrades in the army which was also a part of his quest. The love of Abrahams life. The upside to his life, where he believed he was fighting for the right reasons with the right people. Redgar, Severin, Sirius, Martius, Carolus, Vaughn, Honeywine, and so on. If it was against the mountain, other dark forces, the enemies of the empire of man were his enemy also. In combination with being surrounded by wise people, and under constant orders to keep the empire clean, Sir Abraham later realized one of the greatest enemies he was looking for, the one who had birthed Khel’Ahern and spread malice was himself. If he was not losing his mind before, he lost it now, and he set out a plan. He was going to end his madness by ending himself, he knew he had no way out, and soon his cursed blood was sure to be exposed. He had a letter written to his peers stating how he was killed by the mountain forces, but he learnt in time that he could be cured. Victor Rorin carved him the beginning of a path to redemption. After the mountain had been fought, and the empire had risen again in the new world, Sir Abraham would disappear. For the peak of his duties had been fulfilled with the mountain, he reminisced of all the things he had done, of the people he had wronged. He was sure to go to hell, he was sure to be damned. So he knew he had to die. Even if it would not make a good purchase to the skies, he had to apologise. He could not set in for eternal rest until he had apologised. Only then would he end his own life. So, he sought out to speak to a friend of a woman he had wronged long ago, Yeliza, who he knew was still around in Norland, but in search of her, he found Petyr Weiss. Not only family to Sofiya, but the father of her children. Someone who hated Adrian. Perhaps he didn’t need to take his own life, or so he thought. Although he may not have been forgiven, Petyr had been a better man and moved on. Accepted things. He denied Adrian's plead to end his life, much to his surprise. ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ Something about those words stuck with him. Do not take some coward's way out, Adrian. So he made a new plan. To tell everything, everything to his mentor, so that he may report for execution for his crimes. But before he had the chance to speak to him, the empire was under attack by Eidolons. Two pale knights, and a pale lord. The spellblades eyes would shimmer, the voidal energy roaring in his eyes. Let’s give this one more go. Joining the fight against the dark golems were none other than his mentor honeywine, his brother in-law Larkin and his nephew Viktoriya amongst other brave warriors who rode in to save Alba. Deadbreath and brittle stone clashed against the warriors that day. Sir Abraham, whom was now old, was at the beginning of the fight way too focused on the enemy, rather than those he was fighting with. Before it was almost too late, he watched as his mentor was about to be felled by two dark golems. In that moment, he realized what he had to do. ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ Perhaps it was dying will, bleeding, oozing, he stood to his feet after that blow and kept fighting. Using his spellblade powers to both shatter stone off of his enemy, but also to help his wounded brother to safety. Once, surging energy into his mentor whom was very close to dying, bleeding as much as himself. When the menhir stone of his enemies had finally stopped moving, and started to crumble and dry, the aftermath was not pretty, but he was satisfied. He had helped his brother and his daughter to the clinic, kept his mentor battling just a little longer. Perhaps if he was not there that day, the outcome would have been different. He had fought his final battle, not a worlds care for himself. His faceplate had been shattered in half. Bleeding from a cracked skull, from a thrashed stomach. Adrian started to hear his mother call him home. “Where is honeywine?” Bleeding and stumbling steps on the clinic floor, up to the surgeons chambers. “He shall live?” He asks, looking at the unconscious Knight-Commander. “He shall.” Abraham knew that his own bleeding had reached a point of no return, but he didn’t notice. He did not care to. At that moment, Honeywine was his mission. He sat down after a long while of staying on his old feet. ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ "Abraham?" said Larkin. The end. ◈━◈━◈━◈━◈ That'll be it for good ol' Adrian / Abraham, Back to retiring! Ta, - Zakajaervi

Hello everyone, I write this short post to declare my indefinite hiatus from the server. I want to say that I have had mixed opinions on the server in general as of lately, but this is mostly unrelated to why I’m leaving, What my real life looks like right now and the time i’ve spent with some really lovely people and an amazing partner has made me realize that most of what happens on my computer screen, not just LOTC, is highly insignificant to my life, and I want to say that the quality of certain things on this server has been dulled because some players don’t realize that themselves. I’ve been one of those players. What LOTC has done very well is allow creativity, and to project some of it into a fiction like world. I ask that people that may read this to remember that it’s not your real life on your screen. It has been fun. And I’m not gonna conclude leaving on a bad note, it has been for the most part a lot of fun. I’m simply putting my real life first. I joined this server back in 2019 as per invitation from my friend Honourary, @North as I gradually started playing more I made loads of friends and for them I am thankful. With that being said, I will not forbid myself from ever logging into the server, I may do so to visit whenever I am bored and may have a little time and roam around the roads to say hello. (I might do so soon to leave some of my stuff with people I like.) With what real life looks like right now, it’s uncertain to happen soon, and uncertain to happen often. A complete return is also uncertain. Throughout my time on LOTC I have not been perfect and there are more times than I can count on my fingers where I've been childish and a player of bad taste, but I hope I've changed enough to earn some respect back. To the staff that didn’t abuse their staff position, thank you. To my characters friends, family and enemies, thank you, And to my friends whom I treasure, thank you for everything! Zakajaervi signing out with love from Sweden.

MC Name: Zakajaervi Discord: Zakajaervi Image: Description of Image: Hello I recently requested this in other dimensions, i want it a little smaller. Old orenia with the emperor Peter III and their fellows and guards Dimensions: 3 wide 2 high

"I knew it would be him." Abraham the spellblade knight-aspirant would smile lightly under his faceplate as he read the post.

"It's gonna be lots of fun, I hope you guys are looking forward to it." It's gonna be fun guys. 👀

MC Name: Zakajaervi Discord: Zakajaervi Image: Description of Image: old orenia with the emperor Peter III and their fellows and guards Dimensions: 5 wide 3 high

"I'm almost certain this is gonna be resolved using mina." Abraham Fjelstedt read over the post and coughed to cover up some cackles amongst the other people in Albas square.