Nehemia
06-26-2008, 06:54 PM
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
IV: http://forums.darkfallonline.com/showthread.php?t=57172
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Fourth Journal Entry:
In the graveyard the air is getting colder.
Cursing I watch the church's bell tolling, inhaling the fresh air after rain.
Fortnight ago received a letter, calling me to this place.
Easy money it should be, and profit is the king.
Once again I'm a knight who vows for all that glitters.
Pointing me with finger she does. Explaining trouble in Silvertown.
Husband with a gambling problem, heard that one before.
Once he is gone, my contract giver can reach the riches she has dreamed off.
To me belongs a payment, thats all I care for.
Fulfill my glass and I will hear your sad story.
Feed my horse so I can continue my way.
Towards Silvertown, where profit is the king.
I will always be a soldier of fortune.
Boss will receive my thanks, my smile satisfied.
Double the loot and even Ray will laugh.
People of my trade, the better folk.
Let me sing the song that belongs to the thieves.
Travelling through the swamps, the misty mountains.
Dense forests and deserts, rivers and oceans.
Oi' travellin to Silvertown, lets travel together.
Safety number one, no time for bandits.
Caravan arriving to the gates. Guards who I've met before.
Oh this is my town, the little metropolis of epicurists.
All old friends gathered in the harbour.
And there she stands, the beatiful Jasmin', still good looking.
Supposed to be maiden to the queen, still telling the same story.
Fairytales of her dreams. Noticing something, that character my looking.
Sitting inside the tavern, betrayer, brother or whatever.
Without hesitation through the window flies scythe of the reaper.
Missing its target, shedding innocent rum bottles into pieces.
Like dust he vanished into the wind. Turning away, turning away.
Wish I missed, wish I did hit. I just wanted to ask, why?
Again I sit down to the saddle of my old companion,
gazing to the hills, to the mansion of the rich one.
Dissappeared into the system, cannot be retrieved.
Cannot be forgiven, the agony goes away by screams.
Of him crying on the floor, sword strikes one more time.
What kind of is the heaven, that no one has found.
Where from is Auros, the false leader of men.
Everyone of us timeless, solace in the fire that cleanses.
One more light to the hills will be lit.
As I walk away the flames tickle my confidence.
Enjoying my freedom.
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Meeting an old acquaintance isn't always beatiful to watch.
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.
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
IV: http://forums.darkfallonline.com/showthread.php?t=57172
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Fourth Journal Entry:
In the graveyard the air is getting colder.
Cursing I watch the church's bell tolling, inhaling the fresh air after rain.
Fortnight ago received a letter, calling me to this place.
Easy money it should be, and profit is the king.
Once again I'm a knight who vows for all that glitters.
Pointing me with finger she does. Explaining trouble in Silvertown.
Husband with a gambling problem, heard that one before.
Once he is gone, my contract giver can reach the riches she has dreamed off.
To me belongs a payment, thats all I care for.
Fulfill my glass and I will hear your sad story.
Feed my horse so I can continue my way.
Towards Silvertown, where profit is the king.
I will always be a soldier of fortune.
Boss will receive my thanks, my smile satisfied.
Double the loot and even Ray will laugh.
People of my trade, the better folk.
Let me sing the song that belongs to the thieves.
Travelling through the swamps, the misty mountains.
Dense forests and deserts, rivers and oceans.
Oi' travellin to Silvertown, lets travel together.
Safety number one, no time for bandits.
Caravan arriving to the gates. Guards who I've met before.
Oh this is my town, the little metropolis of epicurists.
All old friends gathered in the harbour.
And there she stands, the beatiful Jasmin', still good looking.
Supposed to be maiden to the queen, still telling the same story.
Fairytales of her dreams. Noticing something, that character my looking.
Sitting inside the tavern, betrayer, brother or whatever.
Without hesitation through the window flies scythe of the reaper.
Missing its target, shedding innocent rum bottles into pieces.
Like dust he vanished into the wind. Turning away, turning away.
Wish I missed, wish I did hit. I just wanted to ask, why?
Again I sit down to the saddle of my old companion,
gazing to the hills, to the mansion of the rich one.
Dissappeared into the system, cannot be retrieved.
Cannot be forgiven, the agony goes away by screams.
Of him crying on the floor, sword strikes one more time.
What kind of is the heaven, that no one has found.
Where from is Auros, the false leader of men.
Everyone of us timeless, solace in the fire that cleanses.
One more light to the hills will be lit.
As I walk away the flames tickle my confidence.
Enjoying my freedom.
--------------------------------------------------------------------
Meeting an old acquaintance isn't always beatiful to watch.
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.