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Nota
Nota (RP Name) is a 19 year old male residing in the town of Ironden. He has a somewhat short but complex history in Eldham- waking up on a beach with retrograde amnesia, and nothing but a journal. He went on to hold the position of Head Chairman in Eiendom, before later founding the town of Ironden within the Iron Freeholds. His story is plagued with horrors and atrocities, leading him down a path of instability and questionable ethical and moral acts. He has close ties with Sebby and MrPancake, with most of his former acquaintances suffering tragic fates. His first day in Eldham is detailed in the following journal entries:

Entry 1: Where am I?
Today I awoke upon a beach, the sun fading beyond the horizon. I know not my name, nor the place I find myself. Without supplies, without shelter, I see that I must act quickly to ensure I do not find myself at the mercy of the guardians of the Limbo. I pray to a higher power that it shows mercy, pray it allows me to see but one more sunset.

Entry 2: A Lovely Saunter
The night was grueling, a freezing gale whiping my back, the water within my drenched boots begining to freeze. Surely I would have perished had I not stumbled upon a small settlement, in which delightful folk took me under a roof, led me to a warm fire. Took me not a moment too long to drift off into a deep slumber. Once I awoke the townfolk introduced themselves, I had found myself within the walls of the settlement of 'Kjoldverd' in the state of 'Eiendom.' They led me through the settlement, it was compact yet homely. Once the leader offered to allow me to stay I needed not to ponder the decision, filled with relief that the posibility of imminent demise was now absent.

As Nota settled down within Kjoldverd he began tirelessly working to ensure the town's success, however this would bring him down a dark path. The more he worked, the more he started to realize his efforts are never enough to please the masses, and later started have a recurring nightmare of his supposed past prior to waking up in Eldham. Although he brought prosperity to his town and nation, it started to take a high toll on his mental state. He attempted to hide this, however it soon became visible that he was starting to doubt the necessity of his efforts. Rapidly rising through the ranks in his nation's government, Nota began changing his views on the world, coming to think that the world is a cruel and dark place. His ascension to the rank of Head Chairman is detailed in these journal entries:

Entry 3: Recurring Memories
Each night I lay upon the soft wool cushions of my bed, wanting to drift off to unconsciousness, yet each night the same nightmare plagues my dreams. The screams of hundreds, sparks of flames within a town, senseless violence I dare not put upon a paper. The events I witness are beyond my memory, but alas I fail to evade the eerie visions.

Entry 4: Contribution
Knowing no other place but Kjoldverd, I dedicate myself to it entirely. From dawn to dusk I push the limitations of my body, mind, and soul- As the weeks passed I constructed myself a restful home, and spent days seeking lost explorers, showing them the same mercy the townfolk showed me on my first eve. The settlement of Kjoldverd grew into a bustling town, full of fresh peoples seeking a place to call 'home.' The growth of the town was impeccable, and my efforts were noted by the Grand General of Eiendom. All is well, the nation is prosperous, yet I tire from my efforts.

Entry 5: Rise to Power
As days pass, I start to lose count. Recently the Grand General has appointed me as the Head Chairman of the nation, my responsibilities swell once more. I have went from a lowly townsman to an overseer of the nation, whilst many would envy my position I see it as a curse- I slave away to ensure others prosper, yet never dismantle the endless abyss of issues that arise. I know not what my life has become, for all I wish is a peaceful existence, this stands to be the absolute opposite. Alas I have no clear path out, I must do my duty for I owe it to the people.

Nota wasn't content with his responsibilities, yet his story was about to take a far darker turn. He witnessed a bandit murder one of his townfolk, something that confirmed his belief that the world was a vile and dark place. Be it true or not, this belief went on to define Nota and his actions from then on. The horror he witnessed traumatized him for a short while, but the trauma didn't last. The event changed him into an unempathetic and cold man, but at first an efficient one. He went on to create the National Guard and establish a new region within the town for it to operate from. The events are portrayed in these journal entries:

Entry 6: The Stranger
My hand trembles as I note down the event that transpired this morn. A dubious traveler stumbled out of the jungle, they walked with a steady pace, and demanded the company of a fellow that had recently taken residence within Kjoldverd. I was foolish not to ponder their intentions, and had led them to the man they wished to see. To my utter shock and fright, the traveler pulled out a blade and plunged it into the man. As I stumbled away in shock, contemplating what I had just witnessed, the traveler disappeared into an alley- Due to my senselessness and incompetency an innocent man now lay dead, his blood, viscous and mucous, seeped from his wound. T'was wild for me to ever consider a man would take another's life in such a tranquil manner. Now I come to understand the vile nature of the world we are condemned to dwell in. I swear by all that I hold dear, such a blunder would never arise from me again.

Entry 7: The Guard
The world is dark and cruel, harsh and unforgiving, horid and evil. I come to understand that if you do not cross people, they will cross you. Since that fateful day where I witnessed a man take another's life, I reorganized my priorities. Yesterday I organized the National Guard, comprised of my most trusted peoples, if the Grand General cannot act to protect the people, I will instead. Eiendom shall prosper, and those who dare undermine it shall be brought to swift justice.

Entry 8: The Brewery Region
I have began to notice flaws within the system. Disorder within the nation. Anarchy within authority. I have acted swiftly, under the shroud of constructing a national brewery, I ordered the guard to construct a region for all its members to reside within to ensure greater control over the nation. Order will be brought to disorder, the Guard shall ensure the continious prosperity of the state. Chaos fails to subvert order.

With the creation of the National Guard Nota stopped focussing as much on the town itself, and instead on the people within and around it. He continued to develop his ideas, starting to despise the concept of democracy, seeing freedom as weakness to the nation. After being notified that the sire of Eiendom, the Iron Freeholds, had an issue with people attempting to start a republic within its border, Nota gathered the National Guard and took it upon himself to eliviate the issue. Enveloped in the mentality of war, Nota had the surrendered warriors executed and the republic's capital destroyed. He later felt remorse for his actions, and allowed fleeing refugees from the republic to join him, however such remorse did not last. The terror enacted by his hands expedited his descend into immorality and cruelty. These events are detailed in the following journal entries:

Entry 9: The Peoples' Protectors
For far too long the people of Eiendom lived carelessly, for far too long the people of Eiendom lived in weakness- Relying on the mercy of those who surround them. No standing army, no reservist corps, no way to protect the people. I shall eliviate this fatal flaw, what the people call 'freedom' is in reality danger, what people call 'peace' is in reality weakness, what people call 'prosperity,' what I called 'prosperity,' is in reality a road for chaos to destroy order. Order must prevail, order shall prevail- Chaos will be exterminated from the lands of Eiendom, I shall ensure it. Today the Guard mobilizes. Tomorrow our first enemies shall fertilize the lands with their blood.

Entry 10: The Republic
Today I march alongside my men to our first conflict. The enemy resides within Vinh, a republic plagued by weakness and fear- they pose no threat to us nor our nation, the Guard itself outnumbers their population 3 to 1. Some may call this invasion unjust, oppresive, maybe even criminal, yet I do what must be done. A republic is weak in nature, the people are free to do as they please, the people control the state, and as such the state cannot check the spread of chaos. I cannot allow weakness to exist on our borders, I cannot allow for my neighbors to be a gateway of chaos into Eiendom. Tomorrow we shall arive, the battle will be swift, the enemy crushed and order restored. Glory to the guard.

Entry 11: Order Against Chaos
I transcribe this entry hours after the conflict at the former republic. There was little resistance, all who were present at the border surrendered, begged to be allowed to go free. I am a man of mercy. I am a man of righteousness. I freed them from suffering. I freed them from chaos. And I answered their plea- I let their heads go free of their bodies. Vinh stood abandonded. Stood until our explosives arrived- Chaos was conquered.

Entry 12: Terror
I know not what overcame me yesterday, the inhumanity exceeds me. I lay awake this morn, contemplating my horid actions. I'll do my best to refute my actions, I plan to offer the survivors of Vinh refuge, yet I know no number of good can overshadow that terror I had bestowed upon those people. I pray the lord forgives me, for I no longer can forgive myself.

After the conflict, Vinh returned to his town, and noticed the issues that recently arose. The most major one being the lack of housing, as such he gathered the National Guard and went of to create what is now Ironden. While Ironden was being constructed he was confronted by one of the former repulic's citizens, Sebby. Determined to ensure Sebby suffered for speaking up, Nota challenged him to a duel, but instead of attacking Sebby, Nota shot his dog instead. These events are transcribed in the following journal entries:

Entry 13: Expansion
I still deplore my actions at Vinh, though others are oblivious to them. The soldiers took their vows of silence, the public stands misinformed, the refugees too frightened to speak up. Progress within the nation continues, the population growth unchecked. As such we've come to a severe lack of housing- I've taken it upon myself to create a new outpost across the mountain range. Today the Guard and I made a trek to the location and began construction. We named the outpost 'NyrKjoldverd,' planning to construct a grand castle alongside a new town. The plans are expeditious for we must ensure our peoples have a place to reside.

Entry 14: The Challenger
Last eve one of the remaining people of Vinh approached me, scolded me for the acts commited at his home nation. He was the only one to bring up Vinh since the battle, and the only one to outright oppose me. Such treachery infuriated me, and I understood he must suffer for it. He didn't seem to comprehend how cruel the world really is, and I knew I ought to teach him. I demanded he draw his sword and defend his claims, yet I had no intentions of fight. As he approached me ready to strike, I drew back the string of my bow and awaited for him to take cover. As he moved out of sights of my bow, I released the string, letting the arrow zip past his ear, and planting itself in the challenger's last friend- his dog. He first believed he had lost everything with the death of his people, know he understands that suffering is absolute. A vital lesson to survive within this world.

After killing Sebby's dog Nota went on to get familiarized with MrPancake, one of the Iron Freehold's town mayors, who was also present at the conflict with the former republic. They got along well, having similar goals and ideals, however MrPancake was far less extreme with his views. As his talks with MrPancake ended, Nota realized his views had begun to spread among his people, causing a large swing in the support for the current government of his nation. As such he decided to return to the capital to check up on it, and set out on the journey with 4 of his most trusted people, ordering the rest of the National Guard to follow them after finishing up some stuff at Ironden. On his trek, he came across a group of people, who he ordered to be killed for their riches. 2 of his men refused, and he had them executed as well, showing his definitive change, as this time he showed little remorse for the murder. These events are explained in the following journal entries:

Entry 15: The Foreigner
Back at Vinh I met a foreigner leading a group of voulanteers to assist us. I thought nothing of the man, believed he were just another stranger in the neverending flow of strangers. Yet I am now proven wrong, the foreigner's name is MrPancake, a leader of an adjacent town within the Iron Freeholds. He has proven himself invalubale, he is one of the sparse few who share my sentiments. I believe he and I can collaborate in further matters, and mutually benefit from each other's success.

Entry 16: Civil Unrest
The central government is losing favour among the people- the Grand General and his assistants appear too moderate. Following the Guard's departure from Kjoldverd the town has lost all momentum, its growth stalling, its expansion coming to an unexpected halt. I too see the issues within the current government, and as such made the decision to rename NyrKjoldverd to 'Ironden' to distance myself from the failing government. I despise the failure of those tasked to maintain Kjoldverd in my absence, thus I will make the trek back there tomorrow morn to inspect the town's state.

Entry 17: The Plunder
I write this as I lay beside a pile of loot. I've taken a group of four others on my journey back to Kjoldverd, four of my most loyal and trusted. However only two will reach the destination, a sacrifice well worth the pay. On our march we encountered a group of people- they spoke an incoherent language sat upon a wagon of riches. I may not take pride in what was done, but it was necessary. The treasury only has so much gold, and if an opportunity arises, it must be taken advantage of. I ordered my men to seize the riches of the strangers, which they did without trouble, but I knew not who the strangers were, and knew not who they would speak to- I had no alternative but to order them dead. Two of my men drew their blades, properly following the necessary order, yet two refused. They dared call me a monster, dared tell me I've changed. They were right- I did change, I changed to view reality as it truly were, I changed to be able to do what's needed. Alas only me and two others are left alive, alive with piles of treasure, treasure which shall benefit all who stand by us.

Once Nota arrived at Kjoldverd he found that a large portion of the houses were torn down. This was the last error he permitted the nation to make, and took those who supported him and left. The town of Ironden ended up joining the Iron Freeholds instead. This is shown in the following journal entry:

Entry 18: Incompetence
We arrived at Kjoldverd some number of hours before the rest of the Guard was scheduled to, and what stood before us shook me to my core. There was no more town, the houses torn down, people sleeping in the streets. As I asked the general where the houses went he retorted that they were rebuilding the town anew. The foolishness dumbfounded me- rebuilding a town during a shortage of housing. T'was the last straw, the last blunder made by Eiendom- I gathered those who wanted to leave and set out the meet the Guard on their march, declaring Ironden a town of the Iron Freeholds, cutting all ties to its former nation.

A New Era
Nota, being a changed person, now believed that the world was a vile place, and one must be just as vile to survive in it. Turning his attention away from politics, Nota embraced opportunism and violence- Ambushing travelers as he had done to the ones he came across on his way to Kjoldverd. Turning from a peaceful political leader into a merciless criminal, he has turned into the thing he once feared and hated. A life of tradgedy and irony- A life of uncertainty.