The Travels of Chezinu Isnizehc

[Chezinu]

The Travels of Chezinu Isnizehc

Storms and Landing

All was going well on my expedition until the great storm drenched my lovely books. There was nothing else I could do but to toss them overboard to aid in relieving the ship’s heavy burden. However, The burden of my heart seeing the leaflets sink felt heavier than that of the ship’s, but one cannot simply toss one's feelings away. Two days later the ship came to its fate and joined the coral at the bottom of the sea. I wondered if my heart would soon follow in its despair. But then hope arose with the sun! As I was hanging onto a broken plank in the cold waters on the verge of hypothermia, I saw it... What I now know of as the land of Kiwike! The sun warmed both my body and soul with its golden rays and sights of landfall. The land was pulling me in as my soul rejoiced.

Orc and the Jungle

After landing on the great land of Kiwike, I worked hard in search of a civilization. I needed some sort of order. The world was on the brim of chaos since the great storm. I found my way to a small settlement. Yes, there are inhabitants on the land. I visited a local inn and talked to some drunken warriors. I had a frightful experience then… I did not have a single thing to drink! For I would never cause such disorder to my perceptions! I kid you not, I saw an orc! Yet no one around me seemed frightful. I sadly could not control my panic, I honest became a lunatic! I ran and scream out of the inn yelling great disorder! I did not return to town for a quite a while after the encounter… I entered the jungle. Yes, I ,Chezinu Isnizehc, had to enter the chaotic wild. The ones who explore must face the wild, if no one does there will never be order. Courage, Bravery, and Fortitude. Words I now understand even more. I found a nice… well no…a hideous camping site to stay.



Farm, House, and Cave

When I woke up the next day, I began to form order around me. I started a farm for food, built a shelter, and explored a cave to obtain resources to secure the order. I felt at peace inside my shelter. Walking out was a challenge, being exposed to the wild chaos around me. Sometimes, these vine creatures would squeeze themselves into my home. After living on the grounds by a small stream of water, I decided to build a small boat and make my way back to the town to continue my study. I could only waddle in fear of chaos for so long before turning it into order. This time I went prepared. I acquired armor of iron to go along with an iron sword.



Return to the Town

I walked back into the town and made my way to the inn with determination to get my studies completed. After entering the inn, there was no sign of that hideous creature. Instead there was a man named Leonardo West. He informed me of the order of the population, which unfortunately is not much. Something has to be done to fix it… As we were talking for hours, he was kindly answering all my questions. That creature returned! I began screaming again yelling at the presence of the orc. To my relief, I was informed the creature was no orc, but a troll. I never seen a troll in my life. I calmed myself down and began to inquire the creature. He had green skin like an orc with two big tusks. He had a red Mohawk hair and wore primitive clothing. This troll was, ironically, a new pet that Leonardo West clung to as a friend. He called him Unreal. Trolls seemed smarter than dogs. They can actually talk back and you can have a conversation with them, though it takes them a while to respond. Unreal was a special troll that had superior abilities for his species. The great news I gathered from West was that he was about to partake in some peace talks. It could be the beginning of great order for the native population. Such humble beginnings! I would have gone with him, but it would seem I would have overstayed my welcome. I will stalk him later hiding in bushes to observe his behavior. If he were to find out.. He would be most uncomfortable...I’m also excited by the fact that West has some books that I could purchase. I cannot wait to have some books, to bring order to my thoughts. I was skipping with joy and singing with spirit after my encounter. If only all days could go so well…

Xela, Endermen, and West

After skipping along the road, I came to a marketplace. In this market, I met a fellow educated man – an engineer to be more precise. His name I have trouble pronouncing. I believe it is pronounced Zeela. It was pouring outside, so we took cover under a market tent. I learned he was too a foreigner and he had some books that he could sell to me. Just my luck, he did not have any on him. However, I learned there was a library called Revolt. As I was talking with the gentlemen, an enderman showed up outside the walls of the marketplace. The gentlemen informed me to never look into an enderman’s eyes. It may provoke attack. After the rain stop, we looked outside the walls and located a dead corpse. Zeela wanted to study the corpse in the name of science. I did not understand his reasoning until he enlightened me that the human body is in an orderly structure such as buidlings. This ordered my mind perfectly. When examining the corpse, I discovered something dreadful. A letter… a letter to me…

This corpse… it could have been West’s… It was too disfigured to tell. I searched for Leo’s pet Unreal hoping it would be close by if it was truly Mr. West. I did not find the troll. So, I headed back to my campsite hoping a good rest would help my search in the morrow. I may possibly stop by the library and obtain some books, perhaps it could distract me from this tragedy.

Revolt Library

Once again I left my campsite, this time in search of the Revolt Library. I left my camp via boat and landed in a deserted dock that had no name. I followed the road signs leading me to Revolt. When I got there I was surprised to see there was more than a library. I saw great walls surrounded by desert.

I approached the gates of these walls and yelled for assistance. After stating my name and business, the gates were opened.


The first person I greeted was Crazy, the Chief of the Army of the United Republic, a nation that valued wealth and expansion. This gentleman at my request led me to the town’s library, which was not very tidy. I found a book that could not even be opened since the pages were glued together throughout the years it has been sitting on its shelf. When requesting to see the librarian about the issue, I found out there was none. The town was beautiful. They were orderly and civilized. They had pins of chicken and sheep, a public storage, and a post office. At the thought of returning to my ill-gotten camp covered in vines, I decided to act rashly and purchase a house in the town where I would be protected from chaos by large even walls.

After buying a home, I made a trip to my camping site to collect my equipment to store in my new housing. The journey was quite unremarkable. I gave my old campsite a final farewell during my departure.

After returning, I informed the Chief of my loyalties and willingness to fight for order. During this time of peace, I acquired a librarian position where I can tidy up the place and focus on my studies. It seems no one visits the library anyways. The safety of the town is remarkable. I can stay in my house without wearing heavy armor and know that no chaos is upon me.


Raider and the Sheep

Seems, the town isn’t as peaceful as I once thought. Today, a raider came and slaughtered all of our sheep. Ruddi, one of the town watchmen, spotted him and scared him away. Ruddi was struck 3 times. I was hit once when I walked outside without my armor to have a look at the commotion. By time, I got my armor on the intruder was gone. Fortunately, Ruddi and I were the only human injuries and no one died. However, we couldn’t say the same for the sheep. They all died.


Kiwiship Dock

After recovering from my injuries, I decided to leave town in search for Mr. West. I decided to take a small boat out of the town dock to the settlement I discovered when I first arrived on Kiwike. As I was paddling my boat across the sea, I saw on the horizon a large structure. I rowed closer in amazement to find a Kiwiship Dock. There was a rest stop for travelers from all sorts of places. There were plenty of fishermen and pirates among the group. There I met a negligent father who left his son alone as he filled himself with drunkenness at the tavern. He lived a chaotic lifestyle. Aside from seeing this man, I recall two notable characters. One was a woman with red patches of scales on her body, the most noticeable patch being on her face. When I got the courage to inquire of her what it was, she told me she was a dragoniod, a half dragon half human hybrid of some kind. Then she… or it… spread its hidden wings wide opened. It was a shocking spectacular. The beast named Saera seemed to be a daunting yet friendly creature. My contact with it was brief, so I not able to fully grasp its traits and abilities. It took my boat with its intimidation and left me out on the docks with its companion, an albino man named Whitey. If it was not for the beast, I would have found more interest in this man for his discoloration. Seeing the two odd beings together was quite a sight to behold. When I began to converse with the man, he seemed to be a normal fellow. I decided to asked him if he knew Mr. West, but unfortunately he never heard of the man. Mr. Whitey had a proneness to chaos I discovered when he offered to drink with me at the tavern. I, of course, refused explaining to him the importance of keeping one’s perceptions in order. After denying his social norm, I noticed our conversations began to become brief. That is when I decided to call it a night and rest there at the Kiwiship dock until the morning.

Witches

The morning sun greets me with a reflection on the open sea as I prepare to finish my journey to the settlement. This time with a new boat and a fellow companion, Mr. Whitey, whom I discovered had business in the settlement I was heading too. When we arrived at the settlement, I went straight to the inn to look for Mr. West as Mr. Whitey stopped by the bank. I approached the bartender and asked if he had seen Leonardo West. He told me that he had not seen Mr. West in a few days. So there seemed to be hope that Mr. West was alive after all. While speaking to the bartender, murmuring chants caught my attention. There were three odd individuals standing in the inn one a mechanical robot, one a scaly humanoid that reminded me of the dragoniod from the day before, and the other a man with unnaturally red hair. The red head and the scaly one, whom they called inkscale, held hands during the chant and then said a last farewell to the robot they called Gunnar and disappeared. Soon after, the robot vanished. After witnessing such a scene, I was wondering if my mind was turning chaotic. As when I saw what I believed was an orc near that same inn, I did not have a single thing to drink! For I would never cause such disorder to my perceptions, yet it seemed my perceptions were malfunctioning. I am not old, perhaps tired from my long journey? After seeing what may have been a hallucination, Mr. Whitey walked into the inn missing the whole ordeal. I explain to him my encounter with the witches and then rested at the inn to order my mind.


Order Chaos

I make my way back to Revolt with nothing out of the ordinary, thank order. In Revolt, I got acquainted with one of the guards named Lucun. I told him many stories of my adventures and he told me of his. He used to be an insane man that built warships who somehow found his sanity. He informed me of the backgrounds of cizitens within the town. Ruddi, the guard who spotted the sheep raider, I learned is an engineer who works with demonic portals of the nether. He plays with these demonic instruments in hope of acquiring power and wealth for the United Republic. I learned that one can travel long distances in the world quickly by traveling through these portals. After discussing town gossip, we began to talk about our philosophies of order and chaos. Lucun believes that good and evil both need to happen as well as chaos and order just as the town shrines indicate. I found this to be an outrageous thought process. I firmly told him that I am for order and seek to eliminate chaos. Then the man starts revealing the chaos around me leading me into insanity. I fought back trying to focus on the orderly. This man was being chaotic, I was on the verge of setting him in order. Then. . . I realized… could he have been partially right? Is there good chaos and evil chaos? Could there be chaos that only appears to be chaotic but is really orderly unbeknownst to me? Could it be that I just fail to see its pattern? What if there is a pattern and order that I fail to comprehend because of its complex appearance? What if it is just order chaos? With that, I gave Lucun the benefit of my incomprehension for he could have been acting in an order that only seemed in appearance to be chaotic due to a lack of detection of a pattern. Maybe my mind, which seemed to be failing me recently fails to see all forms of order. With this new outlook on my surroundings, I will now resume to fight chaos with caution. Now clarifying for sure that it is true chaos before embarking on establishing order upon its matter.

Library Renovations

Today, I renovated the library with the permission of Chief. I heighten the walls of the library to include room for additional books, including this very book that I am writing. It now takes a ladder to reach the highest books on the shelves.

[Xela]

Hurray I'm in the story

[Saera]

((where's meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

[Smythie]

((I think this is the best rp journal, cause it haz pics ))