Snap, Snap, Snap, Snap.
In but a month or so so much has transpired Nimir couldn't help to feel depress and somehow not realize it. The wallowing of pity for himself, the undetermined disappointment of Sheep baying their continuous prattles. He wondered if Vampires saw them as simply cattle to be herded and slaughtered? After a few days ago Nimir had snap nearly gave himself a chest attack or something. The Outlanders broke down his barricades which Nimir used to protect the graveyard, his daughter's favorite work spot, from Werewolves, Undead, Gunderkites, and stupid Outlanders. But, none of them admitted they did it for the fun making an excuse to make sure Ophelia was okay even after Nimir warned folk of the Undead Hands. Disgusted Nimir continue to work this day on the wooden lamp pots the few to light the path of the graveyard for night considering the change of events.
That night he was on a bad precipice of finding himself slipping to madness and depression. Nimir thought he finally lose control and not care anymore taking his own life and the curse with him and with so many. Now it pained him to think of it the man revered and feared once taking his own life. Shaking his head as he lodge the post into the ground through the soil and rock Nimir chuckle to himself at how stupid that was. The very last straw was Kiyosa he had no hate or love for her but if anything Nimir was a man of his word and a man who respected action. Red had help him save Killian a stray outlander in the Mist a week ago. In this action Nimir wasn't sure if he Redeemed himself but he helped the man desperate to find his friends although the fool ran running screaming through the Mist even after his warnings till the mist took them the wrong turn to Perfidus. It all went down hill when the demons came down upon them when Nimir warned Killian to not rest here for the iadul spawns were always hungry. Sure enough the man was killed and Nimir managed to run back through the Mist taking any and all risk back to Mist camp.
At first Nimir thought he leave the sod for getting himself killed. But, Iridni's voice bugged him. "Perhaps through actions of Redemption and Good you may find that feeling when you were almost cured." Considering the Pelorian's words and the words of his closest friends Nimir recalled their love, their warmth, the way they gave him life as he was almost given his. Recalling that it was simple for him to decide. He wasn't doing it for the goody-goody feeling or because it was right. Nimir was doing it for them. Even though later on Killian would insist that Nimir had good Morales which bug him to no end. That's when Alondra and He asked domn Red for aid. Given his history with Red and Kiyosa he doubted he would help but surprisingly Red did. Confused they saved that man Killian and Nimir had to admit he was wrong of Red for taking a risk with a monster like him. The man never did give Nimir any reason to hate him but he was weary of his girlfriend, friend, whatever Kiyosa was and their relationship.
Never the less Nimir swore to Red he would cause him nor Kiyosa anymore trouble. He would not badger her if he was left alone. How short that was a few days later when he had build a little settlement in the Mist all for his friend Tinu. Who through her words and listening to his sad tale of depression and his courageous act in saving Killian convinced him of many truths and many better ideas. Tinu, there were no words for him to express his gratitude to the small elf woman. She could stuck him with arrows till he looked like a spiny demon and yet she did not. Her reason shocked Nimir to his core and made him weep with joy like a dumb boy. She understood Nimir. Understood his pains like few did. Tinu inspired him to not give up to not be whimpering anymore and use what he had for the right purpose. He was who he was. He was a man, a father, friend, and all around decent guy. She told him it was time to be Angry not wicked but Angry at those who cross lines and at those monsters who would hurt those he cared about or do wrong against his hometown Vallaki. She was right and he was going to do something about it. . . . somehow as soon as Nimir figured out how to do that right and better than just punching things.
Though the invigoration of inspiration was great that same day Kiyosa had cross his threshold to speak with him. At first he tried to avoid her wanting no confrontation Nimir was too good of a mood to deal with her nonsense. But, unavoidably the man had her in his face in seconds. Sheep were always insistent in being notice even though the wolf in sheep's clothing insisted not to be treated as such.... or was she a dragon. He probably find out later or sooner. Though Nimir tried to reason with her the best way he could their back and fourth in trying to understand another seemed to only upset her more with moments of genuine interest and calm to out right threats. But, something feral got into her and she had to hit Jack with a headbutt unguarded to assert some kind of female dominance. The man had to laugh to let her have her victory had Nimir retaliated the situation would be worst and he could clearly tear her throat out and pull that heart of hers right into his mouth. Hesitantly the thought did bother him some times it slipped in especially since he had been hungry for a few days and had to make a run for the hag, hobgoblins, or trolls. The effects of these things were equal but the taste and the work was not delightful. Shaking his head as he continued his work in the graveyard for the next lamp post he recalled how triumphant Kiyosa looked and felt with her foot on his chest.
It's that dumbness? No, over reaching? Too much confidence in her that's going to land her in trouble if not get her a short life. It amused him in an almost wicked way most of these folks who wish him ill in the past were dead or gone. Not Galt though Galt better not be dead for Nimir owed him two fold for all he had done and yet if not for his friendshe be dead. But they did not get him murdered yet if Galt didn't do as he done he may not have learned more of his sickness or be so close to his family and friends now. Feelings to sort out later he thought. But, it was a good feeling to watch those that ridiculed, hunt him, killed him die before him. Though he hoped for Red's sake Kiyosa would wizen up before that happened. Nimir didn't mind if she met her untimely demise early on her own mistakes it wasn't his problem nor were they friends. They all learned that way. He learned that way. She learned that way.
Thinking again at his sudden hunger most of his strength was stolen or rather given. Thinking to himself as he worked more in cutting wood Nimir couldn't help ponder had Nock not shown himself he probably let those three people get eaten by the Vampire and the Demon woman. It irritated him so much how easy it would of been. Then Ophelia's smile seeing her friend Nock bugged Nimir and knew if he let Nock get eaten she be sad and he hated when she was sad. That night he intended to fetch wood in the forest in the night and normally people wouldn't expect a Barovian going into the Night. For a lot who shamed Barovians of their superstitions this superstition that Barovians can't rise beyond their limits is insulting. He had to work hard to maintain the Graveyard it was after all one of his few joys other than Forging. If he didn't work constantly the thoughts came in his mind and being angry made his will to ignore the Curse stronger. Although some times the wrong Anger made it worst. Needless to say Nimir thought he was heroic offering his life and bargain to the Vrolok. Very few understood or had insight like he did of Vampires and right away Nimir knew how he could handle the situation and this Vampire. He barely got to walk away with his life and what was his and Ophelia's precious graveyard was safe. That's all that mattered a lost of blood build a few coffins done deal. Or it would have been if that girlie skulking about would have left rather than skulk to watch him and the vampire.
It was most likely her who started the rumor of him consorting with Vroloks. Him a grave keeper and Barovian who sacrificed his life for folks and the only gratitude he got was saving the person that was important, Nock, and yet she repays him but soliciting rumors of him consorting with Vampires. Nimir hammered down the new sign with irritation and anger. The woman didn't even thank him in saving her life and she repays him by mixing him with a Christian who gave his life to save others. I guess only important people deserve to be recognize for heroism and it burned Nimir to blistering anger that he- Eyeing the broken sign he mutter working on another plank muttering to himself in Balok. Nimir hadn't felt this way not since his youthful days in Vallaki. At least then when outlanders got out of line a man could slap some sense to him or wave a pitic around like a stupid puppet on a pike. This generation was to soft naïve to the horrors this world could truly inflict. That he could- Muttering of his sickness Nimir knew the situation, hunger, and the situation was making him stupid angry and he refused to be like an outlander.
It shouldn't matter to him either way even though the Crow rejected to help him on odd reasons Nimir would speak with the Garda and offer five hundred fang for the Bounty. The man just didn't have the patience anymore of stupid people's reasons to act stupid. Finishing his work Nimir growled muttering of eating soon or his patience would be thinner than bad Tocana. Maybe Nimir would work on something for Ophelia and he did need to find iron for a young man's gauntlets. Working was his peace, its where he thought when he worked to create things, the tranquility of it all working hard was very Barovian. That put a smile to his face thinking of the past and wondered how Rodica and Dragomir would handle these new outlanders. The thought of little Rodica curb stomping some dumb arse made Nimir chuckle and how Triscea forced him to build and Lupei who taught him Balok. Nimir felt old as he quitly and slowly work in thought of it all. The man never prayed but he recall Ophelia's Kelemevor and asked the god of the Dead to give him some peace soon that his friend would find his cure and if not Nimir had to tell her he was ready to depart and leave it to the Mists to decide.
