The Art of Anger
From Rathe
Preface
November 11th.
At the current time, this writing does not have a clear purpose to build itself on. I merely intend to record current events and my thoughts and opinions on them as I travel both physically and spiritually in a general direction. The geographical direction I face is south, and the spiritual direction I face is inward, which brings me to my title, as well as my overall theme and reason for penning my undertakings on paper.
What I seek is an expedient means to perfect myself.
I feel I have the ability to achieve such an endeavor because I seem to have the innate resources necessary to do so with regards to my profession, that of being a warrior. My physical traits suit me well; the robust material frame I was born into coupled with years of intensive conditioning in my youth contributed to my physical integrity to the point where my body itself could actually change the emotional, affective facets of my mind, despite total mental fatigue. But I have also acquired a votive force, a desire that fuels my spirit, a feeling that maintains my thirst for life. This I gained from living in a social environment that was as equally strenuous as my physical one—my early years were stolen from me. In my days I saw both manipulation by and isolation from the only community, the only family I had.
What I want from this achievement is the power to confront the very powers that control my destiny.
These consequences do not concern the reader; they merely give an example of what can be gained from such an accomplishment. Alternatively, one can always strive for perfection in itself out of an innate sense of duty. In any case, my writings will only focus on the method that I take.
I feel that by documenting my ideas and others I will improve my progress toward my goal as well as help others discover the same expedient means towards their own perfect selves in the future.
Part 1
November 12th.
If a thunderstorm could be said to go insane, last night would perhaps be one of those times. Piercing winds coupled with sheets of rain falling upon my back forced me to seek shelter more out of respect than safety as I traveled south in search of nothing in particular but experience. This morning I came upon what the beast left behind—a motte-and-bailey keep all but torn asunder in a clearing. After closer examination, I found the remains of its residents as well—whether they were unfortunate in facing the ferocity of the tempest or were simply daft in running out to die I could not tell, but I decided to delve deeper into the destruction anyway.
Here I found something that I felt would surely further my progress towards my goals: an adventuring party.
The signs I found below were easy to tell—bodies of humanoids, large vermin, and lewd excuses for dwarves all alike lying about with the marks of battle all over them. Proceeding down the dungeon cautiously, I attempted to get the attention of those who did this in a way that would not set off their minds that I knew from previous experiences would already be on edge. My first response was an arrow—if not for my cautious attitude, I do not think I would be writing this tonight. My second response was a dwarf in riding armor coming out, presumably, to use the axe he was wielding to kill me. This is where I believe I separated myself from others in my situation; instead of engaging in melee, I held out my hand at him. Apparently, this prompted someone to float up behind me—float, not sneak—and offer the returning greeting with warm tidings.
A very unique man, this Niro—in appearance every shape and form is feline, yet in retrospect I find him to be more human than most of us could hope to be.
Very few formalities were traded after that—I was given some simple tasks to do to ensure that I retained no murderous intent as we descended down and up a long underground ladder and traveled back to Cest, their main location of operations. After holding a directorial meeting, the half-elf traveling in the party asked to know my intentions with the group.
His eyes made me mentally flinch the same way my eyes made others flinch in my childhood.
I revealed half my truth—I was wandering from the north. Currency is key to acquiring power in this convoluted society, and adventurers have been confirmed to make large sums of it on occasion. That was my next reason. Ikkanil decided to accept me into his entourage…for now.
My fear of judgment lies heavy on me still—I hope to rectify that soon.
