Nehemia
06-09-2008, 07:56 PM
This chapter is to thank "friend" of mine, who managed to get awesome bands to this years Jurassic Rock - rock festival in my home town, you may find couple of band referrences.
For those who have not read the journal before, here are the chapters in timeline:
Prologue: http://forums.darkfallonline.com/showthread.php?t=34121
II: http://forums.darkfallonline.com/showthread.php?t=37895
III: http://forums.darkfallonline.com/showthread.php?t=38135
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Third Journal Entry:
How could I tell this to you. Life's a game, were puppets controlled by higher beings.
Like slaves to the master, life's a game to me and I am held from the strings.
No emotions remain, apples taste like ash and enemies flee when I enter the arena.
Scenery changes like taverns and women, bonus points given from every extra catch.
All else hollow covered with echoes and memories. Don't you worry hero will arrive,
not to save Agon but to completly wreck this wretched shit.
Like a cooked egg hardens so does my heart.
Right, right left and right. Thats the dance of life we all step through.
Come on' sip some ale, smirk at few flirts and unbutton some of that shirt.
Oh you're married? It doesn't slow me down. Hey chill lady, I'm no Morgan or a beggar.
Hunting? If I would be hunting I'd go after Melek's children than virgins.
Those are my replies, same repeat of words from tavern to tavern.
Once again I run away from the angry husbands of yours.
Its my way to down that keg of ale and at morning flip around when the cash's gone again.
Dry your tears guardsman, I'm not stealing anything, I'll just need a present from her 'cause I love her.
I'm dancing with danger and she's ridin' till end. You'll have her back at the break of the dawn.
Her hips on fire, sorry but she was so hot I had to try her.
The gentleman is painting his horns on the wall again.
From the wind you'll hear all is not right. Something is missing and owner doesn't want to carry on.
Sometimes I wonder when I look into the south. There the winter won't clash its knives.
In the moonlight the robbed ones will sleep. Sun doesn't shine to me without hesitation.
From the swallow waters of guilt I can walk over. Northern grain I keep draining.
Frost is only whispering speech. Here I lay on my fathers frozen. Footsteps on the stolen ground.
I have legs faster than justice. I have no own land to sing for, looking for that extreme line,
no stone colum to sit on. No real value to work for, sometimes trying to understand too much
and finally once a while I'll be a fool. Mercians in Mirendil and blueblood soldiers swearing wrong oaths.
Thats my reason not to sing, no peace to work for, I'm just looking for that extreme line in middle of all the speech.
And you accuse me of a theft.
Standing in the rain biting the bitter cold. Oh' Madeleine.
I'm strolling to another city just to find another poor soul.
Where have you gone oh' Madeleine.
Broken by heartache but driven by sound, the flute's sound is tearing my soul apart. I don't want to be hurt, nor another feather to your elegant hat.
I'm returning home, to my very own forest clearing. Oh' bard'man play me that sweet and heavenly song.
I know one day I'll marry that girl.
That is my introduction to you, dearest traveller, thats who I really am.
A cook, gentleman, thief and lover.
My life is here, just a milestone away. In the forgiving hands of my master.
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Those were the words of Nehemia to the curious traveller near the hideout of Fireblood Brotherhood.
The journal consists of several different story parts, which I will publish on these forums every once and a while.
A word of warning English ain't my first language.
All kind of comments, critic, feedback are welcome on the thread below.
For those who have not read the journal before, here are the chapters in timeline:
Prologue: http://forums.darkfallonline.com/showthread.php?t=34121
II: http://forums.darkfallonline.com/showthread.php?t=37895
III: http://forums.darkfallonline.com/showthread.php?t=38135
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Third Journal Entry:
How could I tell this to you. Life's a game, were puppets controlled by higher beings.
Like slaves to the master, life's a game to me and I am held from the strings.
No emotions remain, apples taste like ash and enemies flee when I enter the arena.
Scenery changes like taverns and women, bonus points given from every extra catch.
All else hollow covered with echoes and memories. Don't you worry hero will arrive,
not to save Agon but to completly wreck this wretched shit.
Like a cooked egg hardens so does my heart.
Right, right left and right. Thats the dance of life we all step through.
Come on' sip some ale, smirk at few flirts and unbutton some of that shirt.
Oh you're married? It doesn't slow me down. Hey chill lady, I'm no Morgan or a beggar.
Hunting? If I would be hunting I'd go after Melek's children than virgins.
Those are my replies, same repeat of words from tavern to tavern.
Once again I run away from the angry husbands of yours.
Its my way to down that keg of ale and at morning flip around when the cash's gone again.
Dry your tears guardsman, I'm not stealing anything, I'll just need a present from her 'cause I love her.
I'm dancing with danger and she's ridin' till end. You'll have her back at the break of the dawn.
Her hips on fire, sorry but she was so hot I had to try her.
The gentleman is painting his horns on the wall again.
From the wind you'll hear all is not right. Something is missing and owner doesn't want to carry on.
Sometimes I wonder when I look into the south. There the winter won't clash its knives.
In the moonlight the robbed ones will sleep. Sun doesn't shine to me without hesitation.
From the swallow waters of guilt I can walk over. Northern grain I keep draining.
Frost is only whispering speech. Here I lay on my fathers frozen. Footsteps on the stolen ground.
I have legs faster than justice. I have no own land to sing for, looking for that extreme line,
no stone colum to sit on. No real value to work for, sometimes trying to understand too much
and finally once a while I'll be a fool. Mercians in Mirendil and blueblood soldiers swearing wrong oaths.
Thats my reason not to sing, no peace to work for, I'm just looking for that extreme line in middle of all the speech.
And you accuse me of a theft.
Standing in the rain biting the bitter cold. Oh' Madeleine.
I'm strolling to another city just to find another poor soul.
Where have you gone oh' Madeleine.
Broken by heartache but driven by sound, the flute's sound is tearing my soul apart. I don't want to be hurt, nor another feather to your elegant hat.
I'm returning home, to my very own forest clearing. Oh' bard'man play me that sweet and heavenly song.
I know one day I'll marry that girl.
That is my introduction to you, dearest traveller, thats who I really am.
A cook, gentleman, thief and lover.
My life is here, just a milestone away. In the forgiving hands of my master.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
Those were the words of Nehemia to the curious traveller near the hideout of Fireblood Brotherhood.
The journal consists of several different story parts, which I will publish on these forums every once and a while.
A word of warning English ain't my first language.
All kind of comments, critic, feedback are welcome on the thread below.