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Author: nihilaus
Date:Jan 6 2012

...Nihilaus dodged the orc nomad's over-reading swipe and swiftly responded
with
a forceful blow to the back of its head. The orc fell limply to the
ground and Nihilaus raised his eyes to the heavens, muttering
a swift prayer in his mind as he broke the beast's neck.
He then arose from his position, and scanned the scene around
him. What had been a farmhouse and its surrounding fields was
now covered in the foul blood of the orcs. The harvest
would not be a good one for years. He reminded himself to
perform the appropriate blessings before leaving to help
the harvest for whatever poor family lived here...
The family! Nihilaus set off at once to the farmhouse to see
if anyone was in danger from the orc attack, or if anyone was wounded.
As he approached however, something seemed wrong. There was a family
but they seemed to cower as he approached, as if HE were the enemy.
Children in tears, a female prostrate on the ground, muttering to
him, or to her gods, in a pleading voice, in words he did
not understand. He did not understand as they were in Orcish...
Orcs! Nihilaus raised his hammer in fury and... and stopped...
These weren't foul beasts... they weren't the orcs of the old wars...
This was a family, of farmers, who's father and workhands he had
just struck down their father and his workhands. He was the monster
here. Why had the gods guided him so poorly?
Nihilaus turned, and fled from the cowering family. His eyes,
usually so rich with pride, showed the first signs of tears and of
self-doubt.
He ended up amongst familiar trees and beasts of nature. A place he
could reflect and chose what action to take.
After what seemed like hours, Nihilaus threw down his hammer with force,
intending to break in upon some rocks below. However, the hammer did
not break. It instead simply made a loud metallic clang, and a corner
of the gem-stone it hit fell apart into shards from the contact.
A gem stone? This was diamond! Nihilaus paused for the briefest of
moments... And then picked up his hammer. Never again would it be used
to strike down an enemy on a battlefield. The enemies of old were no
longer his enemy, and he himself needed to attone for his crimes.
Instead, he would work as a miner. A merchant. Turn his strength and will
to the Forge, to the Mine. Ask nature to release her bounty and use
his gains to help those he had wronged. And then to help others.
And so, Nihilaus the Valar warrior was no more, Nihilaus the merchant
was born.


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