Hezron Dalimore
The First Leader
NPC Fighter

Hezron is the leader of a small unit in the Noldor-Narog battle. He will be commanding a 3 or 4 person shock unit who clashes in a battle against his opposing country- Narog. In order to understand Hezron a bit more, here is an excerpt from his diary.

(Excerpts that I, DS Roark, make note on will be signified by brackets, not parenthesis)

To myself or whomever stumbles upon this my first entry:

Power means everything. The power is the Sacred Lands, and there is no substitute.

That is why there are so few empires that do not have "territory" in the Sacred Lands- there's nothing. We've been rumored of civilizations that survive without owning one mile of the Sacred Lands, but we know how important they are to life, and we can't possibly imagine a society without it. The Sacred Lands give us everything- not just wood and animals, but everything. They give you the last ounces of human life on this god-forsaken planet. Don't think of life in the desert in terms of what you don't have. In order to fully comprehend life in the desert imagine the things you do have. We have sand- lots of sand. We have stone- lots of stone. And we have oil- lots of oil. That is what WE, everyone has access to. What can a man do with stone, sand, and oil? Surely it is not the will of the Protector {This is the Ethalumist name for Avelar}. That is why, I believe, he gave us the Sacred Lands. With the Sacred Lands, the Protector turns the stone to iron, the oil to fire, and the sand to brick. It is the Sacred Lands that is used as a catalyst for making life in the desert possible. That is why the Sacred Lands are so valuable.

And that is why I'm sitting here, at my desk {Which is also made of brick}, writing a journal- because the very thing I believe is important is the same exact thing I may have to die for. My name is Hezron of the Dalimore family.

I decided to begin a journal just to pass time away. I also need to work on my writing skills, and this gives me some time to practice- my old Toa* teacher gave me a journal as an idea.

But anyway, here goes- a lowdown on myself:

I've worked many a year farming in a mimmett field (At the government's bidding, of course), until I was old enough to join the army.

I joined not for honour or fame, but because I cannot stand being regulated for such an activity as farming. The government has everything in the desert. I didn't mention water or mimmett earlier because we don't have it. The government owns all the water, for it controls all of the aquifer wells {An easily accessable aquifer}within its borders. Wherever there is an aquifer well, there is a city. There is so much water we could have had access to if the government didn't own everything; I heard the water extends beyond our Sacred Lands to even other far away regions, but that is more than even we would need. However, I am straying, and I need to stay focused (My teacher at the Toa always told me this).

Anyhow, I was old enough to join the army, and I enlisted. After I joined, I trained hard like any normal soldier and advanced in rank. I am now a sergeant and command a small group of soldiers. We are a shock troop force (But we're by no means elite, Noldor holds equal views to the assigned duties of soldiers). Designated to battle only after the front lines crash, we will strike. That's at least what our general, Ocireb, explained to us. We all lucked out for this job, for the shock troop's duties are far less dangerous than that of the front line infantryman.

And I in particular lucked out with my assigned team. We are few, but a mighty damned good few. I have never seen such talent (If you could call war such a thing) in my life. There's this kid- Paul Skineas the third, or was it second? Anyway, what a noble lad he is. He's definitely got some story to tell. He certainly is a poor bum like the rest of us, but I can tell he was prominent at one point. He's an incredible fighter as well; someone else must have trained him in the art of combat before our empire did. Maybe he's from another country. I don't know, he never tells us. {Hmmmm . . . parts of this letter are missing. Could it be from no one else completing a background for their character? It is most likely lost in history . . .}

So this is us, as we prepare for the days ahead. Tonight we're supposed to inspect the town quarters. Luthien's under martial law, and we're in the circle of groups that gets to patrol once a month. It better be more exciting than last time, where we laid feast to absolutely nothing and spent the whole night playing riddles.

Things will definitely get better. Tonight I'll pray to the Protector for our group's safety, and then I'll explain to them our patrol assignment.

May the Protector keep us in his loving hands,

Hez

*The Toa are the basic schools of Eldamar, much like our grade schools, and their schools are found in all countries and are not that uncommon to be spotted. It does cost some money to enter (Just enough for an upper-peasant to sign up). Adults are frequently the students at Toa foundations, like Hezron, who signed up two years before the entry was made (He was on military leave for that time).