Paxus Asclepius
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Endur said:
"I destroy evil wherever it arises; I know little of this land you call Stygia, but if Set has sway there, I will gladly put an end to his rule."
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"I destroy evil wherever it arises; I know little of this land you call Stygia, but if Set has sway there, I will gladly put an end to his rule."
Serpenteye
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Brother Shatterstone said:
"I agree that a sacrifice is more likely, but we will probably be able to do nothing about it. Our enemy is powerful and surely wise enough to make preparations for facing us once our quest has been completed, and to attack him then would be foolish. I prefer to believe that it is an item he desires, and if we have it we might be able to use it as the added strength we need to destroy him. Delivering a powerful weapon into the hands of one who would presume to rule us might be a decisive mistake. I'm afraid we cannot afford to discount the possibility, or the possible necessity of the revolting act I have suggested. It's not something we must all take part in, though. I would want to spare you the horror of the act, if we as a group decide that we should go trough with it."
He answers Brystasia's smile and her apology with a smile of his own. His voice is soft at first, and it remains calm and pleasant, but it gradually changes slightly in pitch, becomes more carrying, so that he can be heard throughout the chamber.
"You are right, I did provoke Abd-Ratep. I forgive you, and offer my apology in turn. My words may have seemed unnecessary, petty and cruel. Yet sometimes such is called for. I had to establish precedence between us and the object of our quest, to make him realise that his natural arrogance is out of place in our company. He is not in any way superior to us, quite the contrary as dictated by the circumstances.
I see my attitude puzzles you, my view of the celestial order no doubt differs from your own. I see in our angelic friend and all his kin a reflection of the possessive will of the gods, their desire to shape and control the mortal races. Whatever their alignment and portfolio all but a few deities view us mortals as mere instruments, tools created for their own selfish or faux altruistic goals. By the sole virtue of power they view themselves as our superiors, when they are but constructs of our own stolen faith and their very survival depends on it. In the end it is hunger that motivates their actions, hunger for worship, power and life. Whatever gifts or threats they offer, whatever aspect of existence they seek to embody it is all dictated by the basic need that defines their very beings. They must have worship, and there is nothing they will not do to get it. They need us, but we do not need them. I am a living proof of that."
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Dalamar
Adventurer
Vilya is somewhat subdued in this wierd environment. She had spent most of her life at the desert, blessedly away from most things supernatural. Her pack had once accidentally stepped to a dragon's nest, but they had fled as soon as they had realized it for what it was.
Now, she was travelling the planes and encountering members of the Gith race riding red dragons, and angels. And she was overwhelmed. She found herself a spot to sit down and laid her head to her hands, trying to clear her head.
Now, she was travelling the planes and encountering members of the Gith race riding red dragons, and angels. And she was overwhelmed. She found herself a spot to sit down and laid her head to her hands, trying to clear her head.
Brother Shatterstone
Dark Moderator of PbP
Brystasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Avenger/Favored Soul/Heartwarder)
Brystasia doesn’t let her anger show while she maintains a small but pleasant smile on her face. Wonder to herself while she listened to Sandorel, Why did I come over here and apologize in the first place?
Brystasia barely maintains her calm as she replies her voice is short and sharp and not full of the pleasantness that is its norm, “You have some nerve Sandorel I’ll grant you that but your own being shows why the gods are needed. I believe if you look there is something that every creature needs to survive, from the mightiest dragon to the lowliest slime.” She stresses the word while steering at Sandorel, “We need air, water and food to survive do we not? Those are objects that no deity I know of needs to live but they would service no propose with out having their own needs. Hence their need for worship, it keeps them from growing fat and lazy just like any creature in existence.”
She takes a breath and continues, “I apologized and I meant it but now I’m not so sure it was needed, or even appreciated as you’ve done nothing but taken it as another opportunity to preach and lecture us and to once again antagonize Abd-Raten. I can see in you what the gods are needed for as I see nothing but contempt and a cold and callous man who refuses to live life to it’s fullest.”
She takes a step closer placing her delicate hand on his shoulder and whispers into his ear, “Don’t take me as some lady of the court who does nothing but giggles at gossip and the latest fashions. I’ve seen more than my fair share of horror and I don’t need, nor do I want your concern on the subject. If it must be done and theirs no other way then I shall be their only if it’s just for Abd-Raten.” She pulls away revealing nothing of her anger displaying her normal large and beautiful smile.
Brystasia doesn’t let her anger show while she maintains a small but pleasant smile on her face. Wonder to herself while she listened to Sandorel, Why did I come over here and apologize in the first place?
Brystasia barely maintains her calm as she replies her voice is short and sharp and not full of the pleasantness that is its norm, “You have some nerve Sandorel I’ll grant you that but your own being shows why the gods are needed. I believe if you look there is something that every creature needs to survive, from the mightiest dragon to the lowliest slime.” She stresses the word while steering at Sandorel, “We need air, water and food to survive do we not? Those are objects that no deity I know of needs to live but they would service no propose with out having their own needs. Hence their need for worship, it keeps them from growing fat and lazy just like any creature in existence.”
She takes a breath and continues, “I apologized and I meant it but now I’m not so sure it was needed, or even appreciated as you’ve done nothing but taken it as another opportunity to preach and lecture us and to once again antagonize Abd-Raten. I can see in you what the gods are needed for as I see nothing but contempt and a cold and callous man who refuses to live life to it’s fullest.”
She takes a step closer placing her delicate hand on his shoulder and whispers into his ear, “Don’t take me as some lady of the court who does nothing but giggles at gossip and the latest fashions. I’ve seen more than my fair share of horror and I don’t need, nor do I want your concern on the subject. If it must be done and theirs no other way then I shall be their only if it’s just for Abd-Raten.” She pulls away revealing nothing of her anger displaying her normal large and beautiful smile.
Serpenteye
First Post
The power of Brystasia's conviction is not easy to withstand, Sandorel nevertheless faces her with a neutral, serene expression. His voice is only slightly mocking.
"It's true that most beings need something to live but the gods are at the top of the food-chain. Do you enjoy the thought of being devoured? You won't even know it's happening until it's far too late."
"You know what happens to the souls of the dead? The soul is drawn from its native plane to an outer plane and their deitys domain. There is is stripped of all thought, all memory, retaining only a small core of its own being. It is reduced to an almost mindless servitor of the entity or alignment who it dedicated its soul to in life. And although it may gradually evolve, during the passage of millennia, into a more powerful being it remains forever lost to its original self. When the soul eventually dies again it is absorbed, devoured by its plane and thus by the deity it worshiped. In the end we are nothing but food. That is the petitioner-system, a conveyor from the mother's womb to the god's stomach and only a lucky few can escape it."
"It is this system that I, and others with me, seek to bring an end to. Faith moves the planes, belief can change the multiverse. If enough mortals stop believing in the current order and the gods who defend it we could make this a better reality. But small-minded people ever cling to the familiar, no matter how horrid it might be."
He shakes his head in deep regret, looking at Brystasia with seemingly genuine pity.
"It's true that most beings need something to live but the gods are at the top of the food-chain. Do you enjoy the thought of being devoured? You won't even know it's happening until it's far too late."
"You know what happens to the souls of the dead? The soul is drawn from its native plane to an outer plane and their deitys domain. There is is stripped of all thought, all memory, retaining only a small core of its own being. It is reduced to an almost mindless servitor of the entity or alignment who it dedicated its soul to in life. And although it may gradually evolve, during the passage of millennia, into a more powerful being it remains forever lost to its original self. When the soul eventually dies again it is absorbed, devoured by its plane and thus by the deity it worshiped. In the end we are nothing but food. That is the petitioner-system, a conveyor from the mother's womb to the god's stomach and only a lucky few can escape it."
"It is this system that I, and others with me, seek to bring an end to. Faith moves the planes, belief can change the multiverse. If enough mortals stop believing in the current order and the gods who defend it we could make this a better reality. But small-minded people ever cling to the familiar, no matter how horrid it might be."
He shakes his head in deep regret, looking at Brystasia with seemingly genuine pity.
Velenne
Explorer
Antillis takes up the responsibility of overseeing Abd-Raten. It stands behind the angel with one arm grasping the manacles, another on the being's shoulders, and the upper pair crossed across its own great chest. The Hunter's armor buzzes softly of its own accord at random, tiny lights working their way up its myriad grooves and crevices.
It does not partake of the palaver and indeed could not with any suitable guile. The Hunter's cunning comes in battle and seeking Prey. The task half-way complete. It is now resigned to finish irregardless of the moral consequences it cares nothing for.
Yet those who share its lot intrigue the alien creature. Each has its own strength in this strange environment. It has been long since the Hunter has had a pack. Still, it would require far more evidence of their abilities to make such a distinction.
It does not partake of the palaver and indeed could not with any suitable guile. The Hunter's cunning comes in battle and seeking Prey. The task half-way complete. It is now resigned to finish irregardless of the moral consequences it cares nothing for.
Yet those who share its lot intrigue the alien creature. Each has its own strength in this strange environment. It has been long since the Hunter has had a pack. Still, it would require far more evidence of their abilities to make such a distinction.
Brother Shatterstone
Dark Moderator of PbP
Brystasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Avenger/Favored Soul/Heartwarder)
Brystasia cross her arms over her chest in a displeased manner, “So now your calling me simple minded?” by looking at her face it’s easy to tell it’s a rhetorical question and not a she wants answered, “I worship and serve Sune out of love and devotion not out of fear nor out of familiarly. I make her stronger in life and shall do it again in death. I do this out of love for her and I’m rewarded with her blessing and love. Life must be bleaker if not unbearable with out it. ”
Brystasia gives Sandorel a sympathetic smile as her anger subsides and is replaced with curiosity, “As for those who seek to break that cycle I hope your not honestly consider the undead and if nothing eats the souls of the dead what becomes when there are to many?”
Brystasia cross her arms over her chest in a displeased manner, “So now your calling me simple minded?” by looking at her face it’s easy to tell it’s a rhetorical question and not a she wants answered, “I worship and serve Sune out of love and devotion not out of fear nor out of familiarly. I make her stronger in life and shall do it again in death. I do this out of love for her and I’m rewarded with her blessing and love. Life must be bleaker if not unbearable with out it. ”
Brystasia gives Sandorel a sympathetic smile as her anger subsides and is replaced with curiosity, “As for those who seek to break that cycle I hope your not honestly consider the undead and if nothing eats the souls of the dead what becomes when there are to many?”
GoldenEagle
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"Are we resting or going. All this other talk of philosophy is sidetracking us from a more pressing issue." Rynin says turning to motion towards the angel.
Brother Shatterstone
Dark Moderator of PbP
Brystasia Purelove: Half-Nymph/Female (Avenger/Favored Soul/Heartwarder)
Brystasia rolls her Turquoise Blue at Sandorel in a playful “what now” movement as they are interrupted she turns to address Rynin smiling the whole time, “Rest first, your still under my influence but it’s going to wear off soon enough and then you will be tried. Theirs no telling if are escorts are waiting for us on the other side of the portal and if given a choice I think we all would rather meet them at full strength.”
Brystasia rolls her Turquoise Blue at Sandorel in a playful “what now” movement as they are interrupted she turns to address Rynin smiling the whole time, “Rest first, your still under my influence but it’s going to wear off soon enough and then you will be tried. Theirs no telling if are escorts are waiting for us on the other side of the portal and if given a choice I think we all would rather meet them at full strength.”
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Serpenteye
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Brother Shatterstone said:
Sandorel laughs softly, amusement and sadness mixed together. "You are a remarkable woman, Brystasia, to pay such a horrible price for love. Ah, but that is the nature of love is it not? It can make us do foolish things even as it gives us a sense of meaning.
I have known love in my life, make no mistake in that, many loves and lovers. I am not as joyless as you may think. In my experience the greatest, most enduring love is between people who respect each others as equals. If one part is too dominant the relationship becomes unstable, unless the other part surrenders to become no more than a pet or an infant. Mortals and gods are too different to be able to truly understand and respect each others."
Brother Shatterstone said:
He grins, a wide flash of perfect white teeth.
"The Multiverse is infinite, infinity can never be surpassed even by another infinity. There will never be too many, that's a rule I have no intention of changing.
Undeath is a dead end of the afterlife, a shortcut to oblivion. No. All we'd need is a new realm in the outer planes, open to everyone without need for supplication. A plane for the eternal incarnation of the self, ruled by justice, moderation and humanistic values. The vision of course, is not uniform among all of my peers. Ultimately it will be shaped by the needs and belief of our people."
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