The Campfire: Journal Entry

[Starrizer]

Jeremy sits down at the campfire near the Inn. He rubs his neck, and it brings back memories of the night before. The tingling feeling slightly returns, and he feels less burdened. Though as he puts down his gauntlet to his lap, a small bit more of the rage in his heart grows.

"I never would have guessed."

He says softly as he startes into the fire. He smiles from the warmth of which he had not felt in so long. The rage in his heart subsided from recent events, he finally feels the elements once again. The man looks at the ground and pats it twice with his feet. He has much feeling in him he has not felt in 18 years.

"I feel renewed and refreshed, and all because of that one woman..."

He thinks back to her black hair and feintly smiles in amusement. He gets off the bench and move foward to kneel at the fire, almost close enough to be burnt.

"I remember as a child, when I use to take feeling for granted."

The cold night of the raid reappears when he was just a mere four year old. He watches from a corner at the innocents being slaughtered and eyes his parents face once again. The memory subsides and the man closes his eyes.

"Mother.... Father.... Will I ever see you again?

The fire crackles in front of him and he comes back to his senses. He looks up into the sky as if questioning Helm then looks back in the fire.

"I wonder who you reside with now my parents... Maybe with Helm, Maybe with Bane..." He holds his tounge for a mere seconds and continues. "Maybe you reside with a different Deity all together.

He blows at the fire lightly, but of course the fire is unchanged.

"Do you ever wish the burning would stop? As fire, you should know all too well how it feels."

The man puts his gauntlet to his chest where his heart is. He seems to be attached to the fire and stares deep into the ashes. The fire seems to speak to Jeremy its self, in a way no other might understand.

"You are seen only as an element with no life, but how do we know for sure? Maybe you are the son of Bane, for you forever burn like the hate in his heart."

A cold whisp of air comes through the camp.

"Or are you the daughter of Helm, forever bring light and warmth to those who seek you."

Jeremy is now almost reluctant to not reach out and touch the flame.

"I say you are more like a brother or sister in some ways, always burning on the inside and only warmth is shown on the outside. When one reaches to touch you, you only harm them."

He moves a tad bit closer to the fire and sits. The plate that is on his body begins to warm and it gives his a slow shiver up his spine, in a good way of course.

"The tales we could share if you could merely speak."

There fire crackles and spits, as if trying to actually talk to him.

"Though I would have so much more to hear from you then you from me. I am sure you have some legendary tales you have been at."

Another wind breakes through the camp and neither effects Jeremy or the Flame.

"If only."

Jeremy remains quiet now. He stares into the burning ashes of the fire and remembers how he entered the land just two days ago. How he joined the Legion and found a vampire. How the vampire escaped because Paladins would not help rid of her. How his rage took hold and he has hurt his Friend Aliannithia. He then reaches up touching a cut on his neck and then stands to enter the Inn.

"To think that a more ferocious monster would be the one to quale the monster inside me."

Jeremy walks to the Inn and opens the door, where many a men are drunk and passed out. He looks at the barkeep and smiles.

"A room for just tonight sir."

[Starrizer]

The Crossroads: Journal Entry

Jeremy looks up in the sky, admiring the clouds as they form. He sits at the campfire waiting for someone to show up. He feels lonely and hopes to meet another soul, for he hasn't saw one in many hours.

"Hello again Fire, did you miss me?"

The fire crackles and Jeremy slightly chuckles, amusing himself at the thought that the fire had responded. Lightning is heard and a storm begins to form.

"Well I am glad you are safe under that pot."

He says to the fire, in a sarcastic tone. He quickly move under the tent as the it begins to rain. The storm grows, it howls with anger as if someone had angered the gods.

"That chill..."

He is still not used to the fact of the burden lifted off his soul. He desides to step out of the tent, taking off his helm. The rain touches his face, and he embraces it looking up in the heavens. He feels like a child playing in the storm, splashing in puddle and mud.

"Bane, you have only to bring joy since I have cast Helm aside. Wicked or not, you have brought more to me then anyone ever has."

The thunderstorm howls a little more, as if angered. Jeremy temps the wrath of Helm, but gives no worry as his trust is in Bane.

CRACK

Thunder strikes the ground not far from him and Jeremy smirks.

"Angered are we, but don't forget you turned your back on me. When I needed you most you were the one not listening. I went to Bane and he anwsers my request!"

Jeremy continues to tempt the fates and the storm dies. He feels alive, invicible, and almost glad he tempted Helm. He trusts that he has made the right choice, and doesn't care much of consequences later in life. For he has had the joy he has been looking for since he damned Helm from his life.

Plate armor can be heard coming from the road east.

Jeremy looks over to find a hooded man with a halberd. He looks amused and nods at the man. The hooded man quickly turns.

Jeremy - "Hello sir, may I help you?"
Hes says smiling at the man happily.

The stranger stares back blanky and stern.
Stranger - "You!" He says coldy. "I find I am short of coin, give me some."

Jeremy's face turns serious.
Jeremy - "You dare impose a threat like this upon a Legioneer."
Jeremy slips on his helm, ready to do whatever is needed. He will not back down from men like this.

Stranger - "A threat?"
His eyes wrinkle as he grins beneath the mask and hood.
Stranger - "I am merely asking you too loan me some coin.... Now!"

Jeremy quickly grips the hilt of his greatsword on his back.
Jeremy - "Sir, move on the road and continue your day."

The stranger then growls a beastly and very demonic sound, intimidating Jeremy very quickly.
Stranger "I've seen your face Legion Whelp! Your refusal of kindness will not go unmarked!"

Jeremy pulls his sword from his back, ready to defend himself knowing the man is much stronger.
Jeremy - "You will feel my wrath if you don't move on now!"
Jeremy readies a stance of defense, ready to hold the man as long as he can. Knowing he can not defeat him he must wait for help.

The stranger snorts and turns away.
Stranger - "I've half the mind to see you beg for mercy... We'll meet again solider boy... and I'll listen to you beg for me to take your money."
The man walks off with a smug look on his face.

Jeremy's heart beats quickly as it is his first real time with trouble as a Legioneer. The presense he felt was cold, much colder then it appeared at first. Jeremy sheathes his sword once the man is far enough in the distance, but his heart continues to beat rapidly.

Jeremy -"Anirilln Aey oem aeym tymalaallaa amiral laawaw ilcsevirana ela."
Translation: "Thank you for your presense when needed almighty one."

Jeremy then continues to stand in place, standing guard in that one spot. He knows now how dangerous every road is, and will not be so careless from here on out.