Unsterbligh woke up in the morning, looking around in his home, he placed his hand over on one side of the bed, expecting something at least to grab, like his specs, maybe a cup for his caffe. Unfortunately he was not in the bed he was used to, it was much smaller. His hand only laid upon a book, it was a book about creeds and unionism. Unsterbligh was more devoted to the spirit than usual, he often participated in certain rituals for the people he cared for, but he never really enjoyed sacrificing an old woman to the Allfathers, not that he ever killed a woman, he often had a strong urge to call for help, or even help the sacrifice from death. But lo and behold, he was married to the one sacrificing. He hated watching these deeds of heresy, he wanted to run to the castle and ask for a purge, convince them that the sewers would need to be purged. He gave a tired groan as he forced himself out of his bed.
Unsterbligh swung the door open, looking into the empty hall, a single haunting candle. Did he really wake that early? Unstebligh went back inside his room to dress. He pulled up his trousers, a few brownish red stains on them, he used these for operations. He put on a white shirt, it had silver colored buttons with long silky sleeves. Unsterbligh rolled the sleeves up, and clipped a piece of cloth to his sleeve, where a button was for the pure sake of rolling up his sleeves. He than reached at the end of his bed grabbing a brown vest, throwing it over his body, tugging it slightly to straighten it out, shoving two padded leather gloves, which were purely for protection. Squires didn't get much protection, so padded gloves and the night-stick he got would suffice until he was awarded his armor, if at all. The thought of the Blue Steel order seemed to frighten him, what if they found evidence? Surely not, he kept his life under a hood for a while. Unsterbligh finished dressing himself, he always seemed to dress every day like there was a wedding, or he was meeting the emperor, but he didn't have enough close friends or family to attend such things, probably when his daughter gets married. Than suddenly the thought came, she wasn't his daughter anymore. Unsterbligh drowned this thought out, he spoke in Alt-Regalian, it was his primary language, so he often spoke it alone, "Sie waren doch Ketzer, sicher war es richtig?". He sighed, hoping his excuses kept him from his sorrows.
Usterbligh exited the bedroom and headed downstairs, going to the main kitchen/dining area. It was really quiet, he'd usually hear a child running around chanting how she would be just like mother, or asking him what she could and cannot do. Unsterbligh said no to most of it, because his priorities as a unionist gave him holy morals. But she would just go and ask mother instead, and the mother said yes, because she was a void worshiper. "Egal wie klein das Wesen ist, alle tragen das Gewicht des Unionismus auf den Schultern und zurück, und wenn einer fällt, so werden die anderen es fühlen." he said to himself, making him feel a little better for parting.
Unsterbligh sighed as he sipped his caffe, making him a little more awake. He mumbled certain things, one that stood out was something not many spoken of, ""Es gibt diejenigen, die die Schritte zum Imperialen Thron zerstören würden. Diejenigen, die uns alle aus dem Paradies und dem Paradies ausstoßen würden, wurden zu einer gequälten Zerstörung zerstreut, wo unsere Lieben Angst machen werden, und wir werden für alle Ewigkeit aufpassen. Es sind die Dämonen unserer Vergangenheit, unsere Gegenwart und unsere Zukunft, das Böse in und aus dem Nichts, das Böse, das wir einladen, und das Übel, das jeden Morgen und jede Dämmerung vor unserer Türschwelle klafft. Es ist die Pflicht eines jeden Mannes und jedes Kind, die böse und dämonische Geißel von der Welt zu reinigen, sei es ein Akt der Güte oder das Schwert der Erlösung. Denn Dämonen sind bloß Willenskräfte und werden keinen Halten über Menschen der Tugend haben. Diejenigen, die in den Künsten der Dämonen, so genannte Magier, Scharlatane und Betrüger von ehrlichen Männern und Frauen. Schlagen Sie sie nach unten für ihre Finger Thread, wo kein Mensch, im Reich der Verderbten und der Verschmutzten. Sie bringen nur Krankheiten auf ihre Lieben, Plagen von Blasen und faulige Pest und Zerstörung. ". One who understood would surely know what he spoke of. He memorized the creeds, he memorized them for years, and for years he abide by them. He prayed daily, hoping Spirit could forgive his sins for parting from it. Surely Spirit could rapture him to holiness if he were to die, after his many years of wrong. That's why he joined the BlueSteel order, he wanted to help the holy city and her people, so Spirit may smile upon him once again, for he once fought for it, but his cowardice made him sin. He promised that if his brothers and sisters were in peril, he would surely die for them.
Unsterbligh rubbed his eye, unfortunately he didn't know it was his bad eye, as he accidentally gouged out his glass eye. With his one eye he watched it roll across the ground, he flicked his hand to grab it, grunting as he was forced to pop it back it, not the most comfortable feeling in the world. He finished his Caffe, as he went to go outside. In a sudden burst of sorts, a deep sorrow came over him, he leaned on the door, and wept. usually one would suspect weeping to be an act of crying, but this was passionate, and had meaning, one could hear in his sobs that he was sorry, he was sad. Unsterbligh never wept, he never wept when he was sad, or angry, or happy, he wept when he wanted forgiveness, when he was sorry for a deed, whether it was a holy deed or an unholy deed. In this case was separating from his wife. "We weren't equally yoked... For she didn't speak my language, she refused to see the light of the Spirit." he said to purely remind himself that what happened was for the best, for a Unionist and Void Worshiper would never be equally yoked, unless the heretic accepted the Holy Spirit's grace and forgiveness, for giving up evil would save his wife. But she hated the Spirit, to her evil was worth worshiping. Why? Why did she worship evil? Was it not in human nature to worship the good?
Unsterbligh got up from his knees, turning the knob. He had to work, he was going to be late. Someone was caught with an illness, and it needed to be treated, Unsterbligh hoped this person didn't contract Dulofall, lest they would die. This was another reason he found it right, she called the sickness a blessing from the Allfathers, what blessing kills and kills nature? Unsterbligh walked upon the streets, scoffing to the occasional person, some had dyed hair, some had mage collars, Unsterbligh himself only had a tattoo around his neck dating when it was placed upon his neck, but he was collared so long ago, the collar most likely wouldn't be missed. He arrived to the clinic, looking upon the person in blankets, "Zo, vhat is the problem?", the man was pale, he looked like he was about to die. The man replied, "It hurts, the light, the sounds, all of it!" the man said hoarsely. Unsterbligh knitted his brows. he saw this plenty of times, and every time no one knew what it was. Unsterbligh shouted, "Zis man eez infected! Get him a cure! Los Los!" he grumbled, leaving the room of the patient. Vampires, he hated them, the Ombratore especially, they were the true infectants of the bunch, they silently bite the victim, four days later, a new monster emerged from their thought grave. Constantly the thought of heresy reminded him of the person who decided to part from him. "It vas for ze best, it vas for ze best." he mumbled to himself as he inspected the people with injuries, the place was near empty. He went to a quiet corner of the room and prayed. Unsterbligh often prayed more than most, the Spirit helped him through a lot of situations, mainly coping with things, he didn't believe the Spirit had any physical influence, but it has mental influence on him, helping him through the divorce, when he lost a patient, when he lashed out on his commanders.
It was almost time for the morning patrols, as Unsterbligh moved from the clinic yelling, "I'm heading to ze castle! Keep vatch until I come back!" he shouted to the other healers. He didn't necessarily own the place, but he was highly valued for his years of medical expertise.
Every day he wondered, "What if we catch her? What if I am forced to execute her by my own hand? What if I have to execute my daughter? Well- her daughter.". Part of him wished that would happen, so that she can realize the Holy Spirit is superior, but he still loved her, someone separating from you is like if they died, he mourned day and night because in his eyes she practically was dead to him. They met, but he couldn't call her his wife, his love, his happiness. He couldn't pick up his daughter and hug her, because she was no longer his daughter, for the rings went from their ring finger, to their middle finger, to segregate their virtuous love, but it only followed the vices, their love was unholy, it had to be segregated.
Unsterbligh arrived in the castle, bidding hello to his fellow squires and the Shield Brothers and Sisters. Standing at an attention position as he awaited for the patrol to carry on, he whistled whilst waiting. Once they were all set, they were off.
Unsterbligh repeated this for seven days, and seven nights. Upon the seventh morn, he prayed, and thanked Spirit for he was Holy again.
Unsterbligh swung the door open, looking into the empty hall, a single haunting candle. Did he really wake that early? Unstebligh went back inside his room to dress. He pulled up his trousers, a few brownish red stains on them, he used these for operations. He put on a white shirt, it had silver colored buttons with long silky sleeves. Unsterbligh rolled the sleeves up, and clipped a piece of cloth to his sleeve, where a button was for the pure sake of rolling up his sleeves. He than reached at the end of his bed grabbing a brown vest, throwing it over his body, tugging it slightly to straighten it out, shoving two padded leather gloves, which were purely for protection. Squires didn't get much protection, so padded gloves and the night-stick he got would suffice until he was awarded his armor, if at all. The thought of the Blue Steel order seemed to frighten him, what if they found evidence? Surely not, he kept his life under a hood for a while. Unsterbligh finished dressing himself, he always seemed to dress every day like there was a wedding, or he was meeting the emperor, but he didn't have enough close friends or family to attend such things, probably when his daughter gets married. Than suddenly the thought came, she wasn't his daughter anymore. Unsterbligh drowned this thought out, he spoke in Alt-Regalian, it was his primary language, so he often spoke it alone, "Sie waren doch Ketzer, sicher war es richtig?". He sighed, hoping his excuses kept him from his sorrows.
Usterbligh exited the bedroom and headed downstairs, going to the main kitchen/dining area. It was really quiet, he'd usually hear a child running around chanting how she would be just like mother, or asking him what she could and cannot do. Unsterbligh said no to most of it, because his priorities as a unionist gave him holy morals. But she would just go and ask mother instead, and the mother said yes, because she was a void worshiper. "Egal wie klein das Wesen ist, alle tragen das Gewicht des Unionismus auf den Schultern und zurück, und wenn einer fällt, so werden die anderen es fühlen." he said to himself, making him feel a little better for parting.
Unsterbligh sighed as he sipped his caffe, making him a little more awake. He mumbled certain things, one that stood out was something not many spoken of, ""Es gibt diejenigen, die die Schritte zum Imperialen Thron zerstören würden. Diejenigen, die uns alle aus dem Paradies und dem Paradies ausstoßen würden, wurden zu einer gequälten Zerstörung zerstreut, wo unsere Lieben Angst machen werden, und wir werden für alle Ewigkeit aufpassen. Es sind die Dämonen unserer Vergangenheit, unsere Gegenwart und unsere Zukunft, das Böse in und aus dem Nichts, das Böse, das wir einladen, und das Übel, das jeden Morgen und jede Dämmerung vor unserer Türschwelle klafft. Es ist die Pflicht eines jeden Mannes und jedes Kind, die böse und dämonische Geißel von der Welt zu reinigen, sei es ein Akt der Güte oder das Schwert der Erlösung. Denn Dämonen sind bloß Willenskräfte und werden keinen Halten über Menschen der Tugend haben. Diejenigen, die in den Künsten der Dämonen, so genannte Magier, Scharlatane und Betrüger von ehrlichen Männern und Frauen. Schlagen Sie sie nach unten für ihre Finger Thread, wo kein Mensch, im Reich der Verderbten und der Verschmutzten. Sie bringen nur Krankheiten auf ihre Lieben, Plagen von Blasen und faulige Pest und Zerstörung. ". One who understood would surely know what he spoke of. He memorized the creeds, he memorized them for years, and for years he abide by them. He prayed daily, hoping Spirit could forgive his sins for parting from it. Surely Spirit could rapture him to holiness if he were to die, after his many years of wrong. That's why he joined the BlueSteel order, he wanted to help the holy city and her people, so Spirit may smile upon him once again, for he once fought for it, but his cowardice made him sin. He promised that if his brothers and sisters were in peril, he would surely die for them.
Unsterbligh rubbed his eye, unfortunately he didn't know it was his bad eye, as he accidentally gouged out his glass eye. With his one eye he watched it roll across the ground, he flicked his hand to grab it, grunting as he was forced to pop it back it, not the most comfortable feeling in the world. He finished his Caffe, as he went to go outside. In a sudden burst of sorts, a deep sorrow came over him, he leaned on the door, and wept. usually one would suspect weeping to be an act of crying, but this was passionate, and had meaning, one could hear in his sobs that he was sorry, he was sad. Unsterbligh never wept, he never wept when he was sad, or angry, or happy, he wept when he wanted forgiveness, when he was sorry for a deed, whether it was a holy deed or an unholy deed. In this case was separating from his wife. "We weren't equally yoked... For she didn't speak my language, she refused to see the light of the Spirit." he said to purely remind himself that what happened was for the best, for a Unionist and Void Worshiper would never be equally yoked, unless the heretic accepted the Holy Spirit's grace and forgiveness, for giving up evil would save his wife. But she hated the Spirit, to her evil was worth worshiping. Why? Why did she worship evil? Was it not in human nature to worship the good?
Unsterbligh got up from his knees, turning the knob. He had to work, he was going to be late. Someone was caught with an illness, and it needed to be treated, Unsterbligh hoped this person didn't contract Dulofall, lest they would die. This was another reason he found it right, she called the sickness a blessing from the Allfathers, what blessing kills and kills nature? Unsterbligh walked upon the streets, scoffing to the occasional person, some had dyed hair, some had mage collars, Unsterbligh himself only had a tattoo around his neck dating when it was placed upon his neck, but he was collared so long ago, the collar most likely wouldn't be missed. He arrived to the clinic, looking upon the person in blankets, "Zo, vhat is the problem?", the man was pale, he looked like he was about to die. The man replied, "It hurts, the light, the sounds, all of it!" the man said hoarsely. Unsterbligh knitted his brows. he saw this plenty of times, and every time no one knew what it was. Unsterbligh shouted, "Zis man eez infected! Get him a cure! Los Los!" he grumbled, leaving the room of the patient. Vampires, he hated them, the Ombratore especially, they were the true infectants of the bunch, they silently bite the victim, four days later, a new monster emerged from their thought grave. Constantly the thought of heresy reminded him of the person who decided to part from him. "It vas for ze best, it vas for ze best." he mumbled to himself as he inspected the people with injuries, the place was near empty. He went to a quiet corner of the room and prayed. Unsterbligh often prayed more than most, the Spirit helped him through a lot of situations, mainly coping with things, he didn't believe the Spirit had any physical influence, but it has mental influence on him, helping him through the divorce, when he lost a patient, when he lashed out on his commanders.
It was almost time for the morning patrols, as Unsterbligh moved from the clinic yelling, "I'm heading to ze castle! Keep vatch until I come back!" he shouted to the other healers. He didn't necessarily own the place, but he was highly valued for his years of medical expertise.
Every day he wondered, "What if we catch her? What if I am forced to execute her by my own hand? What if I have to execute my daughter? Well- her daughter.". Part of him wished that would happen, so that she can realize the Holy Spirit is superior, but he still loved her, someone separating from you is like if they died, he mourned day and night because in his eyes she practically was dead to him. They met, but he couldn't call her his wife, his love, his happiness. He couldn't pick up his daughter and hug her, because she was no longer his daughter, for the rings went from their ring finger, to their middle finger, to segregate their virtuous love, but it only followed the vices, their love was unholy, it had to be segregated.
Unsterbligh arrived in the castle, bidding hello to his fellow squires and the Shield Brothers and Sisters. Standing at an attention position as he awaited for the patrol to carry on, he whistled whilst waiting. Once they were all set, they were off.
Unsterbligh repeated this for seven days, and seven nights. Upon the seventh morn, he prayed, and thanked Spirit for he was Holy again.
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This was basicaly an overview of Unsterbligh's day, it never changes, what only changes is how he thinks. He wakes, he drinks, he goes to the clinic, he heals, he leaves, he patrols, he eats, he watches, and heads home. What made the days different was he spent seven days, and seven nights, praying seven times a day, and seven times a night for forgiveness, for he had sinned.
Unsterbligh has a strong view on unionism, despite what people see it as, Unsterbligh has a very Christian view on it. He believes the Spirit created the world, and he will surely rapture him to a place better than Aloria. This is also a result of me, the writer's religion, since Unionism is the closest, I don't seem so much as a heathen. Anywho, hoped you enjoyed, sorry if it was too long, or it was too vague, it was simply for a set of people to understand, and hopefully people curious enough to understand this confused unionist.
This was basicaly an overview of Unsterbligh's day, it never changes, what only changes is how he thinks. He wakes, he drinks, he goes to the clinic, he heals, he leaves, he patrols, he eats, he watches, and heads home. What made the days different was he spent seven days, and seven nights, praying seven times a day, and seven times a night for forgiveness, for he had sinned.
Unsterbligh has a strong view on unionism, despite what people see it as, Unsterbligh has a very Christian view on it. He believes the Spirit created the world, and he will surely rapture him to a place better than Aloria. This is also a result of me, the writer's religion, since Unionism is the closest, I don't seem so much as a heathen. Anywho, hoped you enjoyed, sorry if it was too long, or it was too vague, it was simply for a set of people to understand, and hopefully people curious enough to understand this confused unionist.
