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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.

[Goddamnit, do it ICly. Karik is dead quiet. On another note.] Bazian snores away in the locked room. He lets out a squeaky old man fart that wakes him up. Inhaling deeply he states to himself. "Somefins' wrong.."

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.

This is coming straight out of the Warhammer book, Dwarfs. Caution, not for young beardlings eyes. ;)

[i've always heard that if you have a mix between races, that you get both of the curses. So you would have a shorter life and infertility. Bummer. :P ]

[i remembered the days when people could freely RP without having to get everything approved... This saddens me that this kind of thing happens where a community member can't RP the way he wants to.]

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.

The halls grow quiet in the far reaches of Kal'Karik. Nothing is heard but the scribblings of quill on paper. None have heard or seen from Bazian in many weeks. It has become somewhat of a worry for his close of kin seeing as he is the eldest and drawing near in his years. One preticulary worried kin found his way to the Remembrancer's hall in search of the old dwarf. It seems as when the dwarf arrived he only found a single locked door. After communicating with the elderly dwarf behind it, it seems as Bazian has locked himself away in the search of knowledge and he will only leave until he is enlightened.

"Ah oversteppin' ov yer bounds! T'is is not 'ow it was agreed on! No dwarf is above th' law! Outrageous 'ow t'is was 'andled. Th' votin' was not done properly!!" The old dwarf continues his rant marching down the halls to his home.

Undah Artical I, Section D, Council: "For the voting to occur a voting booth must be setup for the population. These booths are to remain private so that one can vote privately. These booths will be run by the guard and a selected official of the guard to oversee the operation. The voting period must last a minimum of 1 Elven week with adequate poll time so that the voters may have a chance to vote. These voting periods will only begin once the council member announces that he is stepping down from his position, has gone missing, been accused of a crime causing him to lose his position, been cast out by the judgement of the Court or death has befallen him." T'is means t'at ah proper booth mus' beh setup [iN GAME] fer th' dwarves tew vote! [Would make for some great IG Rp.] T'is mus' beh followed, towards everyone! Includin' th' King.

I resign from my spot on the 3.0 build team for reasons that are my own. I recommend to be put in my place, Thoak_Sludgefist, as he is a very capable and competent builder. Good luck with the city!

Nay, nay. Dere mus' beh ah election! It is th' law.

[As Omi is currently out of his residence, you guys will have to wait a bit. Apologies for the inconvinance.]

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.

[Very interesting. Come 3.0 I see him fitting well in the lower district.]

Don't forget the doomforge place! Also, talk with zezimus, he can get you sorted out in locations depending on how you want it done.

Since RP is fairly scarce in Kal'Karik, I will frequently be posting on here where Karik is buzzing with RP. Anyone else that is RPing at Karik, feel free to do the same so that other people can join in!

[btw, come to the Karik tavern. This is where we are meeting.]

If your interested in RPing, come online now in the Karik tavern. There is some good RP going on now.

Cause stronghold is gone missing :P ]