Waterbrick Down, on 16 April 2012 - 10:32 PM, said:
Skrall scratched his head, he hadn't thought about it much before, hadn't needed to. "I guess it would be what ya consider the opposite of order, the things workin' the way they shouldn't, destruction, pandamonium, no right or wrong, black nor white, an absense of peace, and all that calmness mumbo jumbo they talk about in the Temple of Ennoc. Fer me it's simply things workin' the way they should. I shoot an arrow, it flies straight and true it lands where I aim it, mind you assumin' there ain't any wind, no one's disrupted me shot, and no mage is fiddlin' with the bolt. Bother, I'm too old fer this high minded philosophyin', why don't ya ask yer master, I'm sure a great sage like him has the answers to the universe thus far. All I know is from my experience with Wren, she claimed to be an agent of chaos and what I saw of the results was enough to set me against her."
The Legonater, on 17 April 2012 - 01:00 AM, said:
Chaos. The act of dissorder. Of disnormality. The sence of something totally wrong. I slowly turn to face Arthur. I did not realise just how great a force it was until coming here. Obviously the place reeks of it- the entire city seems to be in shambles half the time, and it's own Town Watch is corrupt- but that wasn't what awoke me. Nay, it was the Dark lady Wren. She feeds on it. She obeys its will- it's her Master. She capitolizes on it, bends it to her will. She has created beasts that fight with chaos. Clearly, such a force must be stopped... but how does one fight chaos? Dissorder? The very act of war is that which it feeds on! With every beat it only grows stronger! Yet Wren must be defeated. It's absolutely vital. The future of Eubric wrests on this unstoppable force being stopped! And she will be stopped. If I have anything to say about it, Wren will die. Be it by my hand, or someone else's. Wren. Must. Die. Ori'dush! Enteyor! Ash'amur!
I blink a couple times, then calm down.
Arthur frowns. "Can she not be brought to see the error of her ways? The elders of my land were priests of Zoot, before they forsook the old ways. Do they, too, deserve death?" It took Arthur a moment to realize the flaw in his argument. "Then again, they
were the ones responsible for my...departure...on second thought, feel free to apply that sentiment to them."
Endgame, on 17 April 2012 - 01:33 AM, said:
I have heard many a tales of this Dark lady Wren. This time, i simply cannot keep my mouth shut.
"I've heard many detialed recounts of this... Wren. Yes, some sifting through the archives has given me info on most of what she has said. And I must say this: What a twisted fool, hiding under false composure." I fail to mention I hide under composure too, but for different reasons.
"She seaks to put a leash on Zoot the Forsaken, claiming she will become the Master of Zoot? Not even the divine pantheon could do such a thing - Old folk saying: you can grab on to the devil, but you can't hold him long."
I extend my hand.
"My name is Sorrow, by the way. Apolgoies for butting in like that.
Arthur takes it. It feels surprisingly cold, but he thinks nothing of it. "Arthur. Arthur Justus Regulus the Seventh, Mage of Heroica. Nice to meet you. I take it you have some personal experience with followers of Zoot, then?"
CorneliusMurdock, on 17 April 2012 - 01:37 AM, said:
Some beings funny.
Chaos is illusion. Cronk think everything happen for reason. Just because one being cannot tell what that reason is all the time, not make it chaos. Only wisest of beings are able to see even half of what makes world work. Things not visible can still exist. Cronk have faith that Heroica is where Cronk should be and that helping other beings is what Cronk should do.
Skrall is right about the balance of Eubric. May be delicate but there is purpose there. Just like there is purpose for every hero in hall.
"I admire your faith, sir Cronk, even though I do not share it. Granted, Chaos itself, I feel, must be vastly misunderstood, for what reason is there for rational beings to suffer such
fear of anything? But decay seems to be the nature of our world. Our purpose is to create, to make new friendships and bring some small measure of joy to our own corner of the world. It is not for us to change the universe, just our part of it. The grand scheme of things I leave to the priests and clerics, and those who dedicate their life solely to pondering such mysteries." He pauses a moment. "I suppose both our views accomplish the same purpose, simply from different methods of approach." He chuckles. "A Knight and a Mage may both strike a bandit. Either way, the wrongdoer is dead."
Tanma, on 17 April 2012 - 01:42 AM, said:
IC: De'kra commented from whereever he was in relation to Arthur, "Chaos as far as I know equals disorder, at least in this world. Back home foes could create disorder through amplify emotions, but that not here but there. I not exactly sure why the great taboo though, I mean yes Wren evil of highest order and need to see through Olisi, and this city so unbalanced you choke on it, but chaos not necessarilly bad. Like how order not necessarilly good. Absolute order leave no freedom, like dictatorship. Things tend to go bad when people go to extremes balance key. If Wren try to unleash total chaos, she insane or idiot. Not just because of logic flaw of course."
De'kra sighed to himself, reflecting on the importance of balance. Freedom is born of chaos, of not being restricted. But at the same time without order one has no limits and is empty of styructure. And as an amnesic De'kra appreciates structure.
"Perhaps, then, the key lies not in stopping Chaos, but in guiding its flow. In my homeland, there exists an ancient temple, ruined, abandoned, once dedicated to the worship of Zoot. It is built in the heart of an active volcano, one that has erupted even within my lifetime. Do you know how it still stands? The builders created channels, outlets from the volcano, that guide the flow of magma to the mountain's peack and the lava from its peak to the ground, avoiding the temple and its myriad catacombs entirely. The cooled lava, when gathered and ground, produces the richest fertilizer in our land, and our crops are envied among our neighbors. Though forsaking their worship, the priests of Zoot retained their knowledge, and created an empty moat along the edge of our village, the side facing the river, so that when it floods the water drains into the moat and, from their, through a series of tunnels beneath the town, feeding all of our wells. A volcanic eruption, a catastrophic flood--both are embodiments of chaos, and both, when brought into control, give life to my people. Perhaps this is the way to deal with this Lady Wren as well."