[HQ Ignorance] Scene 103: The White Moon Revolutionaries
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lev at mimesisrpg.com
Wed Jan 27 06:55:57 UTC 2010
>
> "Forgive me, I have been riding headlong into unknown danger for so long
> I had forgotten that sometimes there is a better way, a calmer way. If
> you can send a message then please do. If you could send one of your
> magical birds to Jareena of the Jonating, member of the Fellowship of
> Talor, could it bring back a reply?
"They can indeed do this, although they will need a direction and an
approximate distance.. They do seek people according to the presence of
their spirit, although if one is in hiding, they will not find them."
> ... which I think is somewhere beyond the
> wastes and near Kralorela. I want her to know that Icthya and I are
> alive and have completed the second of our tasks, then ask where we
> should meet up."
"That is some distance. We will need to bring our community together for
such a ritual. What is the message you wish to send?"
> With a sweep of his arm he clears a space on the table and begins to lay
> out the crystal chess set. "Play with me a while and we can discuss the
> other matters." He lays out the chess pieces with himself as black . He
> waits for the game to develop a little, letting his awareness drift into
> the game to see if the magic of the pieces has any insight for him.
Res Publica plays a surprisingly good game. You imagine he has had some
experience.
> "My eyes are fixed on the horizon, trying to see our ultimate
> destination. You are not wrong to ask which boulders we should move off
> the path first but I may not be the best one to answer such questions.
> There is another however."
"Another? Who could this be?"
> "There is one who can help and advise. He has already led a successful
> rebellion of the weak against the strong, he has proven his ability to
> overcome violence with wisdom. He is sympathetic to our cause and in
> some ways embodies all that we wish to achieve. What you need to do is
> send a small delegation onto the plateau and seek out the one called the
> Fourth. When you meet him your own prejudices might challenge you, if
> you cannot see beyond the flesh to the shining Septessence within you
> will fail to unite the followers of the Blue Moon with your cause. The
> prophesy that set me on this path said that his help would be vital, as
> with all the prophesies it only makes sense when it needs to."
"There are stranger things in this world than one who carries unusual
flesh.."
> "The Fourth is the one who knows how to remove obstacles from the road
> better than I do. You will need the salts in this bag to survive the
> journey, without them the plateau is death."
"Alas, you must be testing us. It was the Fourth who informed us of your
coming. We have been in communication with him for many years." Res
Publica reaches into his pouch and pours a little salt on the table. "For
the doves", he explains.
> "We each have our role to play, I appreciate your welcome and
> hospitality but I do not think I can be the sort of leader you speak of.
> I cannot give up on the task that I have sworn to complete any more than
> that pawn could have moved backwards. It is not my destiny and to deny
> my destiny would break the rules of the game...and without the rules the
> game is broken."
>
> He sweeps the pieces off the board
>
> "Breaking the game, those who would break the game for their own ends,
> this is in a sense what we must guard against. That was the sin of the
> God Learners and they were all but wiped out for the arrogance that
> nearly destroyed the world. No, I will play my part like a good little
> pawn. At least I have seen the game that is unfolding, at least I know
> that being a pawn is my choice. Perhaps there is some hope that when the
> game ends we will be among the pieces still on the board. Lets drink to
> that!"
>
Res Publica looks saddened, as if he were about to make some good moves.
But his voice betrays a different concern.
"But Aalmon, you must realise now *is* the time for rules to be broken. By
taking command, you will be more than a pawn - and hopefully, the New Moon
willing, you will lack the arrogance of our current rulers."
"I could take this mantle if you refuse it. But I doubt my own abilities.
You have the experience, far greater than I, and you have the creativity,
far greater than I. Yes, I could try to stop the war in the east, the rise
of the Broo from Dorastor, I could even...", he pauses, "I could even try
to stop the Kingdom of War."
"But I would almost certainly fail. War would grow, Death would come to
many thousands, and Chaos would march and be victorious. You might fail,
but I believe you might just succeed. You are the best chance we have. You
are the best chance *others* have. Don't let them down."
> OOC: Lunar common magic? Aalmon fancies learning that.
Subcult secret. :) Fancy joining?
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