Baldur's Gate : The Sword Coast Chronicles : NWN2 Persistent World

Name: Zacham
Height: 6'
Weight: 150lbs
Eye Color: Blue but goes to red when mad
Hair Color: Blond

Zacham is a kind hearted person who looks out for his friends well being even if they dont know it or dont want him to. He is loyal to those he cares about to fanatic levels sometimes willing to kill to keep his loved ones safe....this doesnt go over to well for many if not all of them such as his love Evana and the Saint Meri...or..well anyone who catches him in his rants of doom bringing to those that have harmed or did something bad to his loved ones.

For most of his life Zach was a warlock, but due to a gift from Ilmater and the workings of the Saint his pact has been purged from his body. But it has left its mark on him. His knowledge of the demon tounge and knowing the marks of warlocks as well his eyes change to red when he gets really mad. Now Zach is currently learning to understand the magical arcane powers that he can draw upon at will and without study.

Zach is his own person and doesnt listen to the orders of anyone but his own heart and will do whatever it takes for the greater good even if what he does seems evil in other eyes. See him as you will zach will do whatever it takes to protect those he loves and the greater good at any cost and nothing will stop him not even the gods.

*blood drips onto the fe scraps of parchment as the words are written in blood*

I sit here...in a fist cell...and as i lay here dying from the curse of my old master....do i see my hatreds...and why i suffer so.

THe fist...will not care for my words...for they will see any defense i make as nothing but lies....they are corrupt and bullies despite what they say....they have no hearts and lack compassion but...what can you expect from mortal races...how i hate them all....

Despite the stupidity of it i feel*cough and some blood splatters on the parchment but not enough to harm the writing* i feel i will write my defense...even if it will not be accepted.....for i hate all things of this world and i hate the fist for the pain i must suffer now because of them as i lay here rotting in pain and agony....I am here because i was convicted of trying to spark rebellion in the fist....the idiots...they see only black and white and never look at the big picture...one of thousands of reasons why i hate them and all life. The word of one unknown sparks my pain and torture to lay here dying asn the curse slowly kills me*more blood coughed up on the ground and then used to continue to write these words*

I never said...rebel......i said..reform......and reformation is so different then rebellion...but the fist are idiots who follow their laws in so black and white they just went with rebellion............i hate them all

I just complained the fist were brutes and bullies because...i think it was officer Grunga who sparked my hatred to the fist...she is a brute a violent bitch and i hate her above all else in the fist...i offer my help to deal with warlocks and im thrown down..i try to help and its shoved into my face and perhaps i should have let them just take the warlock away....but that dwarven bitch got me mad.....my anger..never leaves and perhaps it is part of the curse of my old demon master...to let my anger control me and cause me more suffering.......i went after them to ask to at least see this warlock and see with my own eyes if he is a threat....and i can barely walk with this curse and she threatens me if i dont lose my staff...i obeyed her..like i have any choice....how i hate them*violenty coughing for about a half hour*

when i returned to the fire i was so angry and i spouted off that the fist were nothing but bullies....i have seen very little to put them in any good light....if they protected the people and cared as they said...they wouldnt let people do terrible things like was done to the Saint Meri......they let her be nearly killed and they dont even try to hunt down the ones who did it....i know who did it....Obsidian soul.....they have to be the ones......that or bhaalists but...who cares now...my soul..if i have one is lost in darkness now...and i can never be saved...not even by this stupid gem that i wear....damn you meri....if your god cares for me.....why does he let me suffer...i hate....the gods.

Eric agreed with me that the fist were bullies and corrupted..he said that when he tried to help some poor people his superiors called him weak and incompetent....what does that speak for their caring of the people if they call one who actually tries to help. Even my own brother was harmed by one of them by their mage myun or something...he was hit by his lightning spell and all my brother got was "you were in the wrong place" no sorry not even a question if he was alright......the fist....i hate them for i know they dont care...and tami can say all she wants...she will not care...how i hate her and all of them.

So i told eric....reform the fist....change it get rid of the corruption....guess i should have been more clear on that....not that anyone will care..i meant....to hire those with good hearts who care for the people and dont let the emblem of the fist make them cocky and stupid...to find people like him and offer them stations in the fist......but....no one will care.......ill die or exiled for my own mistake of words....but damn it all how i hate the fist.....they...will never change.......damn them*coughing violently and coughs up a bit of blood*...that is my side of the story.......but no one will care.....the fist already dont care...i hate them for their lack of compassion and brains...they dont try to make me see them in a new light...to see the good in them...they just throw me in this cell....and leave me to rot........damn them all....i hate....hate....hate.....hate...them......alllll

*the last few sentences are hastily written as if the writer was trying to get this written fast...and strangly if his own arm was working against him*

the curse...its the curse...its...its...taking control of me....all the hatred and anger....its weakened my body and mind...its taking control.....i cant..i cant keep it in check....someone if anyone reads this..dont let him out of the cell.....PLEASE HELP ME...SOMEONE REMOVE THIS CURSE FROM ME....SAVE MEEEEEEEE

*In the prison cell of the Fist barracks sits a tormented soul but it is not this soul who owns his body. He is a prisoner of fate and choices made before his own birth and has suffered the consequences of these past sins and his own and despite it all he has tried hard to find peace and he now is trapped in the very thing that saved his soul once from darkness....perhaps it is saving him now*

RAAAGAGGAGAGAGHHHHH*Zacham...or what looks like him howls as it smashes his fists against the bars of the cell not caring that he is shattering and breaking bone and bleeding blood. He attacks the bars with the bloodlust and savagness of an animal chained and wanting to be freed to hunt and kill. While his physical body is the one that is known by so many of good hearts and the one who has helped his friends and loved ones...his eyes have changed so much...the once calm blue eyes that cried for peace and healing for past sins is now lost and only a pitch blackness remains. His hair has gone black as the moonless night and his skin white and pale then a dead body. No longer is this being Zacham a warlock redeemed and who sought peace in a world so alien to him after years of cruelty and corruption. Now all that remains is an empty husk of what he once was and what owns this body now is but a monster born out of darkness and the long held in suffering and hatred towards the world and all in it.* RAAGHAHAGAHGAHAH *This monster cries again as it claws and hits the bars wanting freedom to do harm against all that stands in its way*

*But....in the diamond around his neck has again taken the form of the holy symbol of Ilmater and there is the true soul of zacham sheltered from the darkness that has taken over his body...here he is craddled until he can be free...and it is here he cries..for his own failings...his sins and his sadness to the stupidity that caused him to be in the situation he is now in*

Here in his cell the beast rages to get free but also there lies the spark to slay this monster and return one who has suffered so much and to bring him once more into the light......if only one is willing to stretch their hand out to guide him

*deep in the Adamant lies zach in a slumber peaceful and yet filled with such sadness. He lays there curled up crying as he remembers...so much...so many painful things*

I hear....I hear crying.....Im crying and she is crying....my sister...my little sister and I area crying...I remember....shes sick....dying and we cant heal her.....Im crying...cause I have to watch her die....and I feel....anger inside my soul....black hatred and a lust for death and revenge......its all so clear now

It was a harsh winter and times were bad for our village....many have died from a sickness that has spread from several villages away from us...and my sister has caught it. My mother's herbs and skills in healing cant heal her we had to get divine help....we brought her to the local shrine of helm.....we begged for the priest to heal her.....and i remember the glint of greed and filth in his eyes...he charges us a large sum of money....and he knows we cant pay it..my mother and father are crying....my sister is coughing so much..she seems so weak...so frail.....the priest makes his offer ....and he looks at my mother with a lusting eye and makes the suggestion of an alternative payment......my father glares at the priest at this...and i remember the smell of hellfire for a breif second then we left carrying my sister all the way back home....i remember my hatred to the priest.....just as i remember watching my sister....my only sister..slowly die holding my hand crying...crying not to die........and yet she does........why....why did she have to die?

I remember.....the paladins...or..what might have been paladins.....they came....came to kill me......why...i cant remember...but they claim I am a demon child and they are going to kill me....I am afraid..hiding behind my mother.......my father..he fights to protect me and my mother.....and the paladins cut him down...and move to us.....my mother fights back....they kill her to..........I could do nothing...but watch them die....and watch as I was going to die.............the sword red with blood is raised.....I remember a voice...dark...and yet....friendly...it told me things...things of saving my self....things of revenge......all I had to do..was accept..........I accept....and fire fills my eyes....the paladins are screaming...screaming in pain as their bodies burn....I watch them burn...and I smile laughing as they die....I make the fires hotter and laugh as they are burnt to ash...........what fun it was to burn them...I leave the house and look for more things to burn.....the village..the people...they..they are responsible they are why my family is dead...I burn them...all of them...every man woman and child....I burn my old friends laughing as they try to put the flames out...i laugh as I burn the neighbors and laugh more as those with child die as they stomachs explode in flames and gore........I burned everyone and everything to ash.....and moved to the shrine burning as I went

I remember the priest screaming..screaming as i burn his little shrine to the ground...screaming as I chain him down.....screaming as i cut him open like a stuck pig....he screams and screams as I sink my hands into his body and dig around before reaching my target....his heart.....I pull it out slowly he screams and coughs up blood....lots of blood that his screams become gurgles. I remember how he dies.......I leave burning his body to ash....then....darkness...everything...is jumbled.....I cant remember events after that....flashes of screams...fires and death.....some moments good...others bad........but I remember the tears i shed waking up...and seeing what I did....I remember running...running till i couldnt run anymore....and running even then.......I remember being slashed across the chest...the beatings and tortures...so many tortures....so much....I have done so much...and i regret...so much more.......

*Zach sits at a desk under the light of a near by burning candle. a freshly bought book infront of him filled with blank pages. He dips his quill into some ink and sets to writing*

Okay...Meri said that writing things down would help me so ill give it a shot. The days have been...tiring and filled with new lessons for me. I am an initiate to the temple of Ilmater....maybe i was to be all along. The Adamant would not have been given to me if I wasnt...hmm strange way of being called to the faith though but...the gods have their ways. Meri seems happy and willing to help me find my path and i am glad for her aid. But I also worry for her. She suffers so much...I only hope I can be of some help to lessen her pain. If anyone deserves to have peace it is Meri.

Among learning the path of Ilmater...I seem to be able to channel divine energy now.....how I dont know...but I have it for a reason i guess. That was the good news.....now for the harsh news that weighs on my soul...Evana and I...are no more....We broke off our relationship though it shatters my heart to do so.....She is being sent to a different city...and...she found...someone else.......damn it all....it hurts so much to lose her....but....I cant do anything about it but move on....or perhaps I'm not meant to love...whatever the reason...Ill end this chapter here...to many painful memories have come to me.

It has been a hard day..and though Meri has calmed my sadness i feel i must write what took place this day. The old ruins of the temple of bhaal as is common knowledge are to be rebuilt into an inn. However until recently a tribe of goblins were burning the construction...untill today. It all started when i was passing through the area...when i got inbetween the first wave of another attack. Me and Yasher fought them off till we ran into a confused looking one....luckily we calmed it and with some effort discovered the goblins reasons for attacking the ruins. They were after a hammer which they claimed would give them meat, tents and gold...at first we thought it was some sort of artifact. Sadly we could not ask anymore questions cause more goblins attacked when one struck our goblin friends barrel...well...pieces were everywhere. However we set out to find this hammer...thats when we ran into the workers...after awhile yasher managed to get the head workers hammer in return i gave her my old warhammer and fourty gold coins. We then had the hammer and...it was just a hammer..i couldnt sense magic in it nor could Yasher...we didnt have much time to talk of this when we ran into another attack..after felling the goblins we conversed with the raid leader who asked for the hammer claiming it would give his tribe meat gold and tents....how that would happen i didnt know..we conversed andeventually i gave the goblin the hammer on his word that his tribe would no longer attack the construction site. He promised and i trusted him...thats when things got bad...Kaden a paladin witnessed this and started getting more holy then thou and all that idiot paladin stereotype attitude claiming i was a fool and i helped their evil schemes..he is so closed minded he even said we should have hunted and slaughtered the tribe....are all paladins so blood thirsty. Eventually Bently showed up and after some talking my thoughts were right..the hammer was not magical at all...the goblins had asked to work for bently and he said no and hired the dwarves giving them the hammer as a token of gratitude....the goblins must have thought it was the hammer supplying the dwarves and lacked the sense to see it was Bently and not the hammer. Sadly Kaden managed to talk Bently into getting a party together to siege the goblin camp....the idiots wanted bloodshed..i wasnt going to let them have it.. i went along and while i had to fight i tried many times to end the fighting..my comrades did not like this...they were all bloodlusting bastards...Mercy forgive me but they made me so mad....eventually...the tribe was beaten...im only glad we did not attack the women and children as one moron suggested if we had i would have turned against my comrades instantly.....but now i am troubled remembering all this.....at least its all over...what troubles me is that creatures of the Underdark are raiding the surface....as if there wasnt enough to worry about.

It has been sometime since I remembered a happier time...it was many years when I was about fifteen or sixteen years wandering the lands trying to control my ever growing rage and to keep my dark warlock powers in check...it was also one of the many times i had tried to kill myself out of my own depression...this time i tried to drown myself and threw myself off a bridge......before i hit the water..i blacked out...and when i awoke i was not dead...but warm and wrapped in a tight blanket near a warm fire. I was curious of this strange time..i should have died..but i hadnt...someone had saved me..but who. I looked aroumd my surroundings...i was in a cave that was for sure. But strangly it seemed someone was living in it..there was make shift shelves and other odds and ends that made this cave almost a livable area...i was both curious and afraid as i stood if a bit shakey on my legs and walked to the mouth of the cave. I looked outside to find i was high up on a hill not far from the location i jumped from....and what surprised me more was an old looking man perhaps in nearing his sixties who seemed to be doing some sort of training...his motions were strange to me it was some sort of hand to hand combat style. In a strang way he seemed to know i was watching him and turned from his practice and gave me a warm smile the helped lessen my fears. He spoke softly to me saying he was glad i am awake and that he would get dinner shortly...dinner that word reminded me of my empty stomach so i stayed for awhile..at least till i had eaten. The meal was simply beard cooked fish water but too me it was a feast. I remember that the old man talked to me alot..saying how he saw me jump and went to save me from death...i remember him frowning as he asked why i would attempt to kill myself....I couldnt tell him..i didnt want to..i was afraid...but..something about him made me talk..i told him everything...how i was a warlock..how i gave into the darkness of my familys demon pact to save my life...how i killed my village how i was so angery...and so afraid of losing control..how i wanted to die....he smiled..patted my head and said...my child life is filled with choices...we cant change the past but we can choose what we learn from it. such words...such kind words...i cried...and cried and soon i feel asleep. For awhile i stayed helping the man with chores and other odd jobs. but i knew i couldnt stay and after a year I packed my stuff and set to leave and wander again...before i left he gave me these few words....one day we will meet again and when it comes will you learn one final lesson to inner peace. I never understood what he meant..i hope one day i will meet him again..if but to learn what he meant by his words

Where do i start.....it would appear i have made some powerful enemies within the Iron Throne and already have they sent assassians after me..even allowing these hired killers to attempt to kill me within the shrine of Ilmater...if it was not for Meri and my friends keeping my anger under control i am certain i would find this Norris and slowly squeeze the life out of this worthelss hide. It all started with helping a merchant..though when i learned he was smuggling his product i felt that it was wrong....i fianlly alerted the guard of the smuggling and the barrels were confiscated...and i guess Norris was gonna make a fortune on the barrels and now wants me dead....but now i have more to worry over..my old guild Wretched Hymn has surfaced and now Vichane wants me dead to...i feared it would come to this where i would have to fight him....but if he isnt bested i fear of what he will do as he grows more in power of the dark arts...i need to regain my former strength if im gonna be able to stand against these attacks. Come on Zach...one thing at a time...first deal with Norris..then figure out what to do with Vichane....I only hope when this is all settled that i can have a moment to write more of my philosophical mumbo jumbo books. I think i will meditate now and clear me head of these worries. Oh but on a good note the shrine has aquired a pet a cute little puppy dog named Lucky a bit hyper active but i feel a great attachment to the little mut and on a more evil note i now have the strongest weapon against meri...she cant resist that dogs puppy eyes ahahahaha

It never gets easy...i gave Meri the adamant to help her deal with some of her problems..how it would help i dont know but i guess it did something for her..for me though i was near death when i got it back...and before then i was a mess. Its my most guarded secret my soul and life are connected with the adamant..if i lose it...if i dont get it back in a certain amount of time ill die....not fun. My only hope is that no one ever finds out about this weakness least they use it against me.

Other then that ill soon be fighting norris....he hasnt sent any assassians after me so he must have something planned. I only hope whatever it is doesnt get me killed

Hmm while training in the minotaur tunnels i stumbled upon an old room..nothing new but what was within fills me with wonder and fear. A portal non active but the spell book by the alter seems to be filled with the needed phrases to open it...to where it leads i dont know. I will ask Vauk about it and perhaps organize a reaserch team to study this portal if it leads to the Hells or abyss we dont want it to be usable at all.

I am glad i have the adamant back i feel more alive..also a friend of mine Jo seemed to have been cursed by a warlock...hmm warlocks i wonder if its connected to Vichane and the Hymn...Mercy i hope not or things are getting darker...and with this portal....i fear of what could happen if Vichane gets his hands on its power