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The Journal of Nikolas Enchester is a special Lore book introduced in Wrath of the Hive. Entries are unlocked by progressing the story.
In the Journal of Nikolas Enchester. Entry 1
At the start of the Journal, after the conversation with The Spider and the year and more with his Fireteam to soon be named and be recorded through history.
So, where to begin? At the point of creation, or where I was in a Cabal Ship during the time of the Red War, but perhaps one or two years back. I was resurrected inside the ruins of a tavern, and when I walked out I was inside a ruined small metallic wall town. I’m pretty sure I was resurrected on a different planet somewhere near an armored train station between two other large cities called Ravenica and where I think I was close to was Corinith. The only thing I knew that I somewhat was, was a lute that had a name on a rusted piece of metal called Enchester and a trippy dreamy vision upon being resurrected. A large planetoid orb of terraforming power and cosmic light that made manifest. A being of pure f###ing hatred towards the orb with many souls being as one who will not stop to do its goal of whatever the f### it wants to do to cause such misery and cosmic destruction of all things in life or worst the stillness of nothing of life and death, which is either of those two for a being who despise to the planetoid orb for whatever the planetoid did to them had a really good reason to. A four-armed person of a different species or race with a uniform faced the being with his allies. A female voice calls my name “Nikolas!” as I am awake from being reborn into this world.
Sighs. F### this takes a bit, mentally speaking. Anyway, I was able to scavenge some things, a rapier, my only memory that is my lute, a sidearm I’ve found, and a few nicks and nacks of rations and supplies. Though for all that I struggled and feasted off of game and foraging, I was able to learn, to talk, persuade, fight, and entertain, with minor miracle work as I was no wizard or cleric, and I sure as hell I wouldn’t trust revealing my power. Unless they ticked me off and I will strike. So… Where was I? Right! In all that I traveled and all that I was able to learn, mind you this was a year or two since I met my team of Guardians and Ir Noshti, who I was able to enjoy having a conversation with. Doesn’t even bother me that she’s related to Savathun, the Goddess of Deception.
Should I be worried, hmmmmmm maybe, nah! I have a thing to always help people because I’ve seen what was left of that ruined town where I was resurrected from, men, women, children, and the elderly burnt to bones and ashes. I felt that it was right to help achieve a goal that I and a few others can be proud of. I met them in a Cabal Carrier, who was named Blackburn and Brent Halligan and I don’t remember where they went for the year I was with them, along with a Rabbit Faunus named Terra. The others I met after we stole a smaller ship and rendezvoused at our home called the Nucleus. Trajor, Maple, and Koneko. Though I may have met Maple and Koneko inside the carrier. Whilst inside the carrier I met Ir Noshti, and let me tell you she’s sweet and hot, like a dawnbreak who slashes fire at her enemies kinda hot. Oh boy if Ir Noshti sees this journal, she’ll slap me in the face and put me on fire.
Oh now that I think about it, I should also mention my ghost, Sophonia. She’s quite annoying sometimes and has a stick in her rear end, but she’s my joy and she asks how I’m doing with either a ponder of a deep thought or a moment of sorrow where I felt the need to have someone to talk to. I am always grateful to Sophonia, and also the rest of the fireteam for my shenanigans. I didn’t quite tell them of my resurrection or the vision upon being resurrected. I was kinda left figuring out what that was until I was able to gain some answers. BE F###ING WARNED THIS IS HEAVILY CLASSIFIED INFORMATION! SO IF YOU SEE THIS JOURNAL WITH THE INFORMATION THERE. THERE BE A SELF-DESTRUCTION SEQUENCE FOR YOU, SO IF OUR ENEMIES SEE THIS. F### YOU, YOU’RE NOT GETTING YOUR F###ING VICTORY!!!!!!!!!
Sighs. I was able to deduce after a few conversations between, The Spider, The Witch Queen, and her daughter Ir Noshti that there was an artifact of great cosmic psychedelic power called The Veil. Where this was an artifact of darkness in which perception and psychic memories come into the universe. And if I get this right which I kinda dread if it was linked, I sure as hell it’s not good at all and may cause the end of all of life and potentially death. If I think of a being who despises everything and everyone so much, I think it’ll try to destroy everything and everyone. Now it is probably likely true that Savathun, like the thicc goddess of deception, hid the Veil away from her enemies and allies, with other allies. But, I knew there was something worse than destruction. Perhaps, in a possible and likely theory who has a high vindication against someone or multiple. Eternal damnation or perhaps a perfection that is disguised as eternal damnation. Now, I will admit this to you, I have a very trigger-happy paranoid mode of killing any threats that endanger all of life, either by cosmic eldritch consumption where no spark and no gods can make it at all where everything dies in nothingness or one who can change the cosmic scope of everything. Trust me, I can be very vindictive if I want to be. Especially if anyone betrays my trust in anyone who I have a very personal relationship with. I will not stop until it is dead, till I destroy said threat. But that is neither here nor there. Man, I’ve been writing this for a while and I thought I would make it here because it has been three years of my journey as a risen. I will do everything I can to help everyone that I care for. So, please believe in some faith, and dear mighty I hope that we can do this together.
This is from a risen from me to you. - Nikolas Enchester.