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his head as a sign of understanding and then opened his hands before him as a
sign of peace.</span><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size: 10pt; background-image: initial; background-position: initial; background-size: initial; background-repeat: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial;"></span></p>
<p class="ydp4886a291MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: 10pt;">Then he took out the old red banner from his ancestors and rolled it
down. Immediately Orlanth’s blessing spread it out and it floated in an
invisible and mystical wind that no one could feel in the room.</span></p>
<p class="ydp4886a291MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">He recited in a mutter the first verse of the True Abiding Book. “In the
beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God.” And he
added quietly: “May the Breath of the World supports our understanding.”</span></p>
<p class="ydp4886a291MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“I am Azhur, a knight on giant warbunny, an elected King in the West, a
husband without his love, a traveller without a home but a friend of all honorable
and peaceful peoples” he murmured in introduction.<br>
“With others companions, I was questing to save my homeland from the Kingdom of
War, but we lost our way in the fog rather than to face the amethyst dragon,
the last incarnation of the end of time.”</span></p>
<p class="ydp4886a291MsoNormal"><span lang="EN-GB" style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;mso-bidi-font-family:Calibri;mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-latin;mso-ansi-language:EN-GB">“I humbly ask for shelter and advice.” </span></p></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><br></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><br></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false"><br></div><div dir="ltr" data-setdir="false">[I wish you all a peacedul Sacred Time in his troubled period, surely the Breath of the Amethyst Dragon blows on us]</div><p></p></div></div><div><br></div><div><br></div>
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Le mercredi 29 décembre 2021, 02:10:22 UTC+1, Lev Lafayette <lev@mimesisrpg.com> a écrit :
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<div><div dir="ltr">On Sun, 2021-12-26 at 20:52 +0000, Loran wrote:<br clear="none">> Azhur reminded then some old philosophical teachings from this father<br clear="none">> : "As long as Cosmos exists, there will be a Will to Live... and to<br clear="none">> expand itself, Cosmos will find in itself its own Will to Power...",<br clear="none">> "Chaos is eternal doubt, Doubt is Torment, Torment is Chaos: an<br clear="none">> Eternal Return..." and "the only way to escape the Eternal Return is<br clear="none">> to find Bliss in Submission to Will, this is the only way of the true<br clear="none">> Herodom."<br clear="none">> <br clear="none">> Suddenly Azhur realized how obviously arkati these teachings were.<br clear="none">> How could he not have understood that before ?<br clear="none">> "Strange I never understood what my father was trying to teach me :<br clear="none">> Malkion's martyrdom is no mystery for those who submit to the<br clear="none">> Cosmos.". "Beyond Duty, there is a total submission to Fate and what<br clear="none">> should be will be."<br clear="none">> <br clear="none">> Azhur got on BlackMare, his war bunny and rode in direction of the<br clear="none">> village on the hill with a reinforced courage.<br clear="none">> "In the Heart of Chaos, lies the possibility of Order and it is<br clear="none">> called Will" he reminded again... "Let's see what lies in the heart<br clear="none">> of this fog."<br clear="none">> <br clear="none"><br clear="none">"The universe provides", Azhur mused as he hopped on his war-bunny<br clear="none">towards the village. It was only a short while before he saw his first<br clear="none">people on outlying farms. The King-elect was not entirely surprised<br clear="none">when the farm workers panicked and bolted towards a large wattle-and-<br clear="none">daub building. From their fort he could see their fearful faces spying<br clear="none">out of windows. Azhur gave a friendly wave, and noted the presence of<br clear="none">Orlanthi runes on the buildings, especially those related to the Storm<br clear="none">Bull cult: Air, Death, and Beast.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">What was more surprising was the lack of noise. Despite the presence of<br clear="none">cows, sheep, goats, ducks, geese, and horses in the fields, and<br clear="none">numerous wild birds, the silence was pervasive, like the thick fog<br clear="none">itself. Nevertheless, Azhur continued on towards the village towards<br clear="none">the main hall in the centre where a thick plume of smoke exited a<br clear="none">simple chimney. They few people he espied on the road quickly ran to<br clear="none">their homes, with curious eyes, young and old, following his every<br clear="none">move.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">Tethering his war-bunny, Azhur entered the hall. He was not surprised<br clear="none">that everyone stopped what they are doing and stared at him. In many<br clear="none">ways it seemed almost normal. People drinking beer, eating gruel, and<br clear="none">generally being in each other's company, like normal village life.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">Azhur opened is mouth to speak: "I am King-Elect Azhur of Seshnela...",<br clear="none">he began with an authorative voice. But only a strong whisper came out.<br clear="none">But that was enough to send people into shock. Many put their hands<br clear="none">over their ears, or backed away to the walls of the room. One person<br clear="none">fainted. Several drew weapons. One large man, with a big red beard<br clear="none">wearing horned helmet and brandishing a sword at the ready stood and<br clear="none">approached Azhur slowly.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">The King-elect did not make for his own weapon, but rather let the man<br clear="none">approach. The man came up very close to Azhur and stared him in the<br clear="none">eye. "Redbeard" mouthed a few words silently and moved his hand. There<br clear="none">a spark, like lightning, and the smell of cattle in the air. Redbeard<br clear="none">sniffed all around Azhur suspiciously, before turning to the assembled<br clear="none">and nodding. This seemed to relax everyone, and they went back to their<br clear="none">activities, a suspicious eye still pointed in Azhur's direction.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">Redbeard leaned over to Azhur and whispered in his ear. "We don't talk<br clear="none">aloud here, for that can break the Ban and allow Chaos into our<br clear="none">community. Don't ever do that again, or you shall my iron will run<br clear="none">through your guts. I don't know how you managed to came here, strange<br clear="none">King, but I detect no Chaos on you. Which means that you must have a<br clear="none">story to tell, because your very presence forbodes an unravelling of<br clear="none">our community and our world. You must face The Ring." Redbeard beckoned<br clear="none">towards a table at the far end of the room, where several individuals<br clear="none">were seated around.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">As Azhur made his way to The Ring he noted two things that seemed<br clear="none">important. The first is that the people in the hall did communicate<br clear="none">with each other, whether it was by sign language or by whispering, and<br clear="none">with a definite preference to the former. The second was that all the<br clear="none">tables were round. At first this seemed to be an affection to allow for<br clear="none">the painting of the Wind rune which adorned many, or perhaps for the<br clear="none">egalitarianism that the Orlanthi were famous for. But Azhur also noted<br clear="none">their functional purpose - that one could pass messages around a round<br clear="none">table far more easily than a long table.<br clear="none"><br clear="none">A spare seat was brought out for Azhur as he reached The Ring table. A<br clear="none">pint of cider was placed in front of him and a plate of steaming gruel<br clear="none">appeard. The Orlanthi were, of course, famous for their hospitality as<br clear="none">well as their suspicion. Azhur looked around The Ring. Redbeard was<br clear="none">there, of couse, bearing the runes of Storm Bull prominently. An aged<br clear="none">grey-eyed warrior bore those of Orlanth, probably the chieftan, and<br clear="none">beside him an even older man with perhaps the longest beard that Azhur<br clear="none">had ever seen, but not the hands of a warrior. Probably Lhankor Mhy,<br clear="none">thought Azhur. A thin young man with long-fingers sat next to<br clear="none">Longbeard, and next to him a serious, middle-aged woman in a peasant's<br clear="none">outfit. Finally, there was dark-haired young woman who carried on her a<br clear="none">number of crystals and precious stones. She leaned over to Azhur and<br clear="none">whisperd to him, "You talk to me, and I'll talk to the others".<br clear="none"><br clear="none">Azhur took a mouthful of food and washed it down with the cider. There<br clear="none">had been many times on this Quest that he had to explain himself in the<br clear="none">audience of strangers. But this time was very different indeed. How<br clear="none">would he explain himself?<br clear="none"><br clear="none"><br clear="none">[Season's Greetings for Sacred Time!]<div class="ydp7d6b88bdyqt0839246052" id="ydp7d6b88bdyqtfd12728"><br clear="none"><br clear="none"><br clear="none">_______________________________________________<br clear="none">Ignorance mailing list<br clear="none"><a shape="rect" href="mailto:Ignorance@mimesisrpg.com" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Ignorance@mimesisrpg.com</a><br clear="none"><a shape="rect" href="http://mimesisrpg.com/mailman/listinfo/ignorance_mimesisrpg.com" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">http://mimesisrpg.com/mailman/listinfo/ignorance_mimesisrpg.com</a><br clear="none"></div></div></div>
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