Senisblat the Holy of Faith

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Chapter 1

It has been many days since I have sat to write, though when I started my
journey I thought it would be often. It seems that I am no great author, and
that this will not be a guide for newly free souls. However, I feel I must
still bring an update of events, or rather thoughts.

A recent series of events has made me think ... about who I am and what I do.
was the behavior of a squire that has brought these thoughts into my
mind. In basic terms, the squire did not unsheathe he sword when he should
have, and then later went swinging it wildly without thought - to no end.

Since the days of my training for Loke, I had not felt such rage boil into
me. The failing of a friend and the increasing strength of the taint hit me
like I have never felt.The rage, it pushed me to new limits and allowed me
to draw on strength I did not know was there. It has been since, that I look
on my previous dealings and see flaws. I could not draw the full depth of my
rage out before, I could not see the truth of all things.

If the taint is within one, it cannot be removed. I see that now. Just as I
know I would expire before my soul would let the darkness slip, the same is
true of others.

To me, two lessons can be learned from the squires failings: lessons, which
I plan to live by.
1) Nothing is more important than cleansing the taint of the
land. Nothing.When the time is upon you, bring forth the
power of your full rage then and there,
without hesitation.

2) The battle cannot be won alone.Stay and fight with your
brethren. If they advance, you advance. If they fall back,
you fall back.

Perhaps I will update this poor guide again. But then again, perhaps not.
The taint grows daily, and someone must fight it.

Senisblat Mathien, Maran

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Chapter 2

Upon the day that the mighty Lord Aarn blessed me with his power I found a
new sense of mission. As my previous writings point out, it is good men that
are needed, men that do not slay without purpose. Through the Lord Aarn, I
have found my purpose.

There are vile things that walk the lands, things that I know to be vile now
that I have left Lokes farm. These creatures must be shown the right way.
I refuse to believe that any creature with a will cannot change. Just as I
have dedicated years and many bruises in learning to forge my rage into a
weapon, a process that will never be fully complete, I try to mold these
creatures, to turn them onto the path of righteousness.

The molding, I have found, often takes a heavy hand to open the eyes of the
wicked and a soft hand to guide the said creature with open eyes in the
correct direction. Through this process, I have turned enemy to ally. This
proves to me that my effort is not in vain, that I use the Lord Aarns
strength with just cause... that my wandering is with purpose.

Scribed by the faithful hand of Lord Aarn,
Senisblat Mathien

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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.

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