Solo Words of a Forefather.

[Senghor Vilhjalmr]

5th of Spring 514AV Spring, for Senghor is was another season that came and left without much change he knew that in the coming days he'd have his brushes with death, his fists and wallowing in either pity or rage but this season he was going to allow himself to change most of those. His level of drink had now decreased thanks to his friends who were more of guardians and brothers, Noven and Eleazar were there for him when he was at his weakest, and how often it was that he saw himself as a failure but they didn't in him they found something that he found in them, it was understanding or maybe something else (?) His excessive rage was mostly used in combat, he detested how he turned into such a beast whenever he saw he was losing it was something that afflicted him like a disease and curse, maybe it was physiological in a sense that he loved the rage, that he merely embraced raw emotions and used it to punish another who dared stand in his way... He sighed as he looked up, the ceiling of his cottage was, in the kindest words, crap. Senghor exiled himself here when he found that he couldn't take care of himself, after he lost everything to his own stupidity and lust... Such a stupid boy he was back than, "Let's not dwell on that" he said as he shifted from his bed and moved towards his kitchen. 'Some tea to calm the nerves' he thought as he set the water. In his home he merely wore some loose fitting pants and let the necklace his mother made for him dangle around his neck. After a few chimes the ebony skinned warrior found himself sitting at his table alone, some tea in his hand and the sounds of the world outside. His thoughts drifted to his family and now that he knew that he wasn't the only one in his bloodline that was afflicted with this 'sickness' he knew that the men before him all wrote within the family journal about it, maybe... "Yeah..." was all he said as he moved from his little old creaking throne and deep into the house to find the journal that was lost in Ravok. Leather bound and clearly faded as time slowly crept at it and began to claim it, it was surprising that even to this day the book hadn't fallen apart. Senghor sat onto his seat and opened it, to a random page that would begin to clearly unfold a great deal of his bloodline. In bold it read : De'wale Agashi

[Senghor Vilhjalmr]

Senghor sat there his golden brown eyes seeminglyl fixed on the words of his predecessor. My name is De'wale, I am the first and only son of Chaka Agashi... I am as my father was before me, I am a warrior of the people and of myself. the first words read, the man seemed like an interesting individual indeed and this raised Seng's interest, he wanted to know more and so he read. He read about how De'wale was taught by his father, about how to utilize all the hatred and anger he harbored against the man for being the reason his mother passed. The emotion that he had was raw, it was a interlocking fuel more that not only turned his gears but slowly made him a great warrior, De'wale soon mastered the usage of both axe and sword and whatever job/mission he was given he could cut through a mass of bodies. De'wale 'The Butcher', he dubbed himself with more arrogance than pride... ... And I turned, the darkness of the world stirred within the very existence of my mind. Within, I gazed at the image of myself drenched in but blood and a sea of corpses littered before me. I knew, my axe and blade were but the mere heralds of my anger. I was blessed by the gods and their predecessors just as my father was. My rage was a gift, one that gave my the strength to challenge not mere mortals but entities of stature... the reading stopped, Senghor couldn't believe he was connected to such a deranged person such as De'wale, No... De'wale wasn't deranged. His greatness was merely misunderstood, his abilities as a great warrior were misshapen because of his views... His hatred for his father was the reason he became such a monster, he didn't embrace the beast lurking within but definitely became it... What if Senghor became like De'wale, what if he turned into such a 'monster'?, a human merely driven by lust for blood and nothing but an unending rage that he fed through the deaths of others. Surely he was getting there, slowly but surly it was proving to be more of a reality than a nightmare written and translated so long ago... By Lhex, Senghor hoped, even so marginally that he wasn't becoming a senseless killer, a murderer without any honorable means. His father didn't raise him with such values and at that moment the last of the Vilhjalmrs could see why Cagn had given the book away to Xerin, his ancestry was nothing but a mass of bodies and death... Senghor felt that if he kept reading and began on with his own father's chapters he'll have already become such, already he had become such... His eyes trailed onto the pages and he kept his eyes on the man's hardships and victories, a certain points De'wale merely began writing important and vital checkpoints in his life, and one was when he met a woman of the scents as he called her, she didn't shy away from him. It was Ilia's love for De'wale that soon began to mold the monster into a man. "...Ilia's with child, I already know it will be a boy yet I pray to the gods that it is a girl. Yes, a daughter to claim as my own... Yet I know that such a dream is a rarity amongst us..." the daunting words seared ever so deeply into Seng's mind at that moment yet he kept reading, the last paragraph before another mass of information... "... To my successors, understand that this that we feel is not a curse nor a disease, it is merely influence. Understand that it must be mastered, utilized and tamed, it must become one with you but not become you. Master it, Conquer it and Use it"

[Senghor Vilhjalmr]

A sigh left the lips of the lean warrior as both sides of his brain vied for attention on what course of action to purse next, it seemed that this trend amongst his forefathers was created and carried on so religiously that it devoured them at the end of their cycle. It did not matter who or what they were but ultimately it was this discipline borne from hatred, contempt and self-loathing that ended them, some rich, some poor but mostly alone. This manner of thought gave each one of his predecessors a skill to hone, master and use but than it made each one crumble under the stress of their brooding insanity - inconceivable, meandering insanity. For a couple ticks Senghor just sat there immersed in the idea of what it was that made him, a child born to a name that is knowingly false, a child born to a band of men who were manipulators, mercenaries, hunters, killers, warriors and any fathomable thought to escape him at that moment. Cagn, his one father was giftedly different to has grandfather. Cagn fell in love and it was that love that ultimately shaped him to be a father to Seng, to be a man who would break the cycle and give to his son what his own lacked too. It failed of course, as Senghor was persistent and finally found a stepping stone of where to go from there onwards. "Maybe he wanted this to happen..." said Seng, lowly under his breath. He wondered, had Cagn purposefully grown Senghor here in Sunberth, taught him how to fight and live, how to hone his skills and bleed out nothing but rage?, Was this all just another form of teaching by his predecessors that he had not stumbled upon from these pages in the Journal? These rose more questions, more inquisitive doubt and it was settling well with Sengh. He knew he had to do more searching, research and the lot and knew that he now had to live by the actions of his forefathers. At that moment, their bones were his, their voice were his, their deeds were his, their very presence would permeate by Senghor. Now knowing, he would be De'wale, Kwahu, Assad and countless others that once held his blood. For now, he would have to search, to learn, to hone his skills and master his rage. For now...

[Alyra]

Senghor :

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Lores

• My Roof: Crap
• What self loathing feels like
• De'wale Agashi: first and only son of Chaka Agashi
• The Agashis: family of warriors
• Power: a gift and a curse
• The Vilhjalmrs: a past best hidden
• Inner Influence: "Master it, Conquer it and Use it"

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