Role

Chapter 3

This is a record of myself, Senisblat Mathien, written for the purpose of
self-betterment on the first new day. New day I call it because I have left
the farm and shall not return but to punish those I now see as wicked,
hateful, and sadly fearful. Since this is a record, I cannot call it
complete without detailing the events that initiated my departure and
consequently this record.

Being raised by a personal priest of Udgaard Loke himself, I began my
training to commune with those who watch over us at a very young age.
Grytug, my father, was said to be an excellent shaman, but I never saw
anything but the switch from him. Being much smaller than my father, and not
nearly as inclined to meaningless fighting, he would switch my hands until I
was so inadequate as to not be able to dress myself or hold a spoon. Beating
me to such a condition and the derision that followed, he found he could
bring out an inner rage and make me fight. Thus was my training.

Years I endured this, preparing for when I must take my fathers place.
Though the years hardened me and I found that I could draw on my rage, shape
it to train and fight better, that was not central to my leaving. One
singular event is. The day of rest, when I was to do my chores, I found a
very young girl wondering about in the fields that I was to find kindling in.
young girl kept muttering about the Skyborn, but I did not understand.
I took her to my father so that he might decide what to do. My father,
personal priest of Udgaard Loke, murdered the girl on the first word she
said: Skyborn. That day, I learned what I trained for, what my father
did...did willingly for Loke.

That evening, I tried to convince my father of what I felt, that it was
wrong, that Loke was not a good person.I do not know why I suggested
leaving, for I knew my father would not, and knew even more that he would not
let me leave. Since I can remember, I have not left the city but to gather
kindling in the fields.My father pinned me down, cut off my lock of hair
signifying the family bond and imprisoned me without a word. I do not
remember much after this, but that I wanted so horribly to kill my father, to
kill Loke, to burn the farm to the ground. It was the first time since my
training began that I lost control of my emotions and it ended me up here.
What occurred, I do not know.

I am here, I know that much. And I know that I can...must become better, for
it is better men that are needed, men that do not slay because of a word,
because someone tells them to. I will update this record faithfully, so that
others whom blink and find a new world upon opened eyes may have the guidance
of the scribed words of a lost priest.