The Apprentice

Hello again, Mr. Killed me and reading my life. I thought I'd share the events of today because they seemed rather important. My first apprentice, a Mr. Jonas Furen, won his first battle today. He has been studying with me for a little while now, and I've been teaching him the ways of the Gentleman Mercenary. He is a quick learner, and he seems to wonderfully grasp the honour system I am trying to implement among our kind. He was hired by a merchant to protect him from highway thieves, and they were attacked. A rather large force, might I add. Apparently the abundance of war has lead to an abundance of desparate men.

In any case, I sat and watched while Jonas hacked up the would-be thieves, and by the end of it the leader fell to his knees and begged for mercy. Jonas seemed a little confused in this, still full of the battle rage, but I stayed his hand and offered a position to the leader as my apprentice. I figured that if I could tame a ruffian thief, then I could tame anybody. He is with me now, and I have sworn that if anything goes missing, whether he was involved or not he will die a traitors death, a messy one.

In any case, Jonas being the victor today, and probably the best student that I will ever have, was released from his apprenticeship and went on his way late tonight. Staring into the firelight now I wonder what will become of him...

Final Correspondance

There are no Angels.

There are no Demons.

Not any more.

I am Gregor Hellsing. My family has been fighting off the evil that taints our world for centuries. I write this note as I watch the walls around me melt and hear the ever so slight footprint of a fallen come towards me. I have enough energy left to protect myself while I write this note, and send it to you, but be sure that by the time you read this, I will be dead.

Contained on this piece of scrap paper is the summation of what I have found since my last letter.

The seventh circle of Hell is a horrible place. Fallen plague my every move, and even the small ones are powerful here. My mastery of death incomplete, I have found that many of what my father has taught me only works near to the True Realm. As I tread further and further into Obscurity I find that my energy lessens, and that the spells I cast are less effective. A Pixy threw a net on me earlier and I had to fight to get it off. I am sorry, I have failed you and Josephine. Please forgive me. I tried.

An Island at war

War everywhere nowadays, blasted Greanites, with their crusades against everyone. Of course, they were simply the first to strike. I was there, I was kicking back in Yuuri when they struck. Just finished a job and was sitting back drinking down my hard earned coin, when the outer wall exploded. Apparently they snuck up and set some charges. You'd think that a border town like Yuuri would have a guard, especially because they neighbor those damn fanatics. Well, since then war has broken out everywhere. Don't get me wrong, it means theres plenty of money coming in, but I would so like to put my feet up, just for a day.

Well, in any case, I'll be keeping this diary. Damn girly thing to do, but someone pointed out the other day that if i somehow get snuffed, that nobody will know my story. So whoever reads this, if you were the one who finally did the job, congratulations. Otherwise, get out of my stuff.

Ok, where to start. I guess at the beginning of my career. Yes, I call it that, now get over it. When I was about 16, never really did know when my birthday was, I started training to be a soldier. Boring work, but it kept me alive, and I learnt how to fight. After some period of time, I deserted and sought work as a guard with one of the caravans in Plun. That, too was boring work. Who am I kidding, you don't want to hear how it started, what you want to hear is this. To date I have killed 106 men. I have served, and been happily paid for, 12 campaigns, and am the founder of the 'Gentleman's Club'

Introduction, as well as other things

To all who dare read: This is my Mental Spewdom

This is the place that I am going to go whenever I have something to say that will never result in any creative output and just quite simply go nowhere.

I shall also post things that DO lead to creative output and have desired results. It will be up to your discretion as to which are which.

In any case, stay tuned, for there is certainly going to be plenty of vomitous and discusting nothings on here soon.