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This is from a risen from me to you - Nikolas Enchester.
This is from a risen from me to you - Nikolas Enchester.
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=='''In the Journal of Nikolas Enchester - Entry 8.5.'''==
''Couldn't sleep well, as thoughts need to be said. As he sits on the bed in the Nucleus, writing this entry.''
''Sighs'' Welp, I can’t seem to sleep tonight as I don’t think as much as I’ve mentioned of others, I don’t put much of myself inside of my journal which kinda gnaws at me internally, and I say fuck it! Might as well write. So, for the past 3 years since my resurrection and since now having our fireteam name finally be Fireteam Jaeger Shade, how do I feel in all of this? Well, one, I am grateful to have a roof over my head, and two, the people I work with are ones that I try to converse with and that I’ve always kept in mind. My fireteam is my own dysfunctional family I adore, and I didn’t think I had a crush on a hive wizard, no less than related to Savathun the Witch Queen herself. Do I enjoy the work that I do with my fireteam? I do, but at the same time, I don’t think we converse enough not just as a fireteam, but as friends. If there’s anything I want to change, it is that I am not this dense of a bard.
Hell, I should be the connoisseur of judging characters and to see what they are, and yet I feel I don’t want to change myself entirely, due to apathy of those of intelligence or of raw strength that they seem higher than the others. I hate when they think of themselves as mighty, and not looking through other perspectives! It’s infuriating to see when some unfortunate soul meets one of these asshats and they get shit on, due to their power either in political, magical, or martial power, and that is what I despise about them all. One for their selfish sakes. I don’t give a damn about wealth, power, or nobility. What I care about is character damn it and the way to earn a life by their hands.
You know, there are some things that I give and some that I wouldn’t ever trade, there was a pistol and a rapier that served me well. I have used these two to save and slay the lives of many. I have slain Cabal Squadrons, Vex Goblins, Hobgoblins, Harpies and Minotaurs,  Eliksni Dregs, Vandals, Captains, Hive Thralls, Acolytes, Knights, Wizards, Human Marauders and Bandits, and others that are deserving and other are not. Behind the mask of a Bard, I am a survivalist at times, when it’s just me and only me. I’ve locked this side of me as much as I hate the selfish asshats who are apathetic to everyone. I have a very small tendency to take and not give, as I am not just human, I am half of an elf that either has no memory of family or relation.  I still remember that time when one of Rikia and her other friend within a friend had died at the hands of the Scorn, and I remember a line way back before my journey began. Memento Mori, Memento Cogito Ergo Sum. Remember that you die, remember to think therefore I am. I must have seen it from somewhere, but it reminds me that I can’t perish here because I have people who care for me till the end and to receive something I must give to the other for the understanding of oneself.
These are my thoughts that I think aloud inside of this journal for myself and if anyone were to enforce their will onto my ideals. I will fight you and slay you myself if it were to keep my ideals. But, if other ideals can be built upon to bring a bright future then my mind will be open to said ideals for the future.  With all being said here, with all that I am, with all my love in all that is our war within thyself to improve, I say Aiat.
This is from a risen from me to you - Nikolas Enchester.
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