Eye of Profane Truth - rebooted!

[Pyrex]

"Me, I'm just a messenger. His Lordship has things that needs taken care of, and he knows that you'll all be lost and confused, so I'm supposed to give... counsel. Free will is important, or so He says, so if you think I'm talking a whole lot of bollocks, then that's fine too."

"Who's 'His Lordship'?"

 

[Shayuri]

"Who are we?" Shard asks meekly, the question not clear even to herself if she means the entire group, or just the chorus in her skull. "Why are we here? What is this place?"

She opens her mouth to ask more, then clamps it shut again, waiting.

 

[Azaar]

"Ah. 'His Lordship'. Of course." Nethien, for his own part, simply shrugs. "I would assume, then, that 'his Lordship' has a reason for why we have been brought together here. I would also assume that we are meant to see this devastation as a prelude to being... enlightened... as to why we have been brought together."

He looks at the "healer" carefully. "So, by all means... do enlighten us. The sooner we all know what has led to this meeting at this moment, the sooner that we can begin whatever task 'his Lordship' would have us perform." He glances around at his compatriots. "Assuming that some of us are not already making educated guesses."

 

[Lord_Raven88]

Durkon folds his massive arms across his chest and glares at the healer "Tell us what the Perfect would have us do, then we will leave this...reflection of reality"

 

[Rkhet]

Puppet Lorgrane concludes to himself, frowning when the healer talks about keeping secrets.

He observes the healer closely, sure that he is not what he appears. He remains silent, studying the others reactions as much as studying the healer.

Your efforts do not reveal much. The man does not seem to be a spellcaster, nor are there active magical effects on his person.

Your attention did not go unnoticed, and the healer glances up momentarily to meet your stare. He gives you a sly smile, but say nothing.

"Who's 'His Lordship'?"

"The Perfect, of course. The one that created this fine world we are standing on. Who else?"

"Hmmm... or are you implying that I may be an agent of Naramyr instead? That's certainly not impossible."

The thought seems to amuse him, and the man chuckles lightly as he peeks under the soiled bandages of his next patient, prodding the wound lightly with a small knife. He takes pulse at the wrist.

"I'd tell you I'm not, for what it's worth. I could be lying, though."

He reaches for the neck, and you thought he was going to take the pulse there too. But instead, he crushes the windpipe with clinical disinterest. The patient, unconscious, dies with nary a whimper.

The healer moves to the next body, wiping off the blood on his soiled garb.

"I would assume, then, that 'his Lordship' has a reason for why we have been brought together here. I would also assume that we are meant to see this devastation as a prelude to being... enlightened... as to why we have been brought together. So, by all means... do enlighten us. The sooner we all know what has led to this meeting at this moment, the sooner that we can begin whatever task 'his Lordship' would have us perform."

"Actually, I think you're here because this is where I happen to be right now. Or, for all I know, He took a shortcut and made you all out of corpses. But that's all beside the point."

"Originally, you were supposed to lead an army of righteousness, drive Naramyr before you, hear the lamentation of his women, et cetra. But that's no longer the case. You are tainted. Unstable. I'm sure you are all aware of this. Now, if I were Him I would simply unmake you all, but your father is more... merciful. You are free to live out the rest of your lives in the mortal realm, so long as you don't misbehave too much."

"What is this place?"

"Would you believe that I have no idea? No? It is nevertheless true. I simply tend to the wounded. The where or how doesn't interest me."

 

[Lord_Raven88]

"The Perfect created us to destroy the Eye of Profane Truth, since I have free will, that is what I intend to do. As such I need you to answer some questions for me"

"What powers does the Eye of Profane truth possess and how can these be overcome?, who created it?, how can it be destroyed?, and why doesn't The Perfect destroy it himself?"

 

[Nephtys]

You are free to live out the rest of your lives in the mortal realm, so long as you don't misbehave too much."

"Too much?" Moreth chuckles, though his head spins with contradictory thoughts and emotions. The womans words suddenly gain a new relevance in his mind, as fish swim before his inner eye, and he staggers. "Or our creator sends a broken army to hunt us down? If we are the worst he can do, then what kind of God is he?"
He laughs, then despairs. "Is this it? Then what's the point to it all? No don't answer, I know your words already." The shadowy fish swim closer and, though he knows they are nothing but figments he tries to beat them away before they can eat his eyes. "Argh! Why should we fear the likes of us? Pathetic creations."

"The Perfect created us to destroy the Eye of Profane Truth, since I have free will, that is what I intend to do. As such I need you to answer some questions for me"

"What powers does the Eye of Profane truth possess and how can these be overcome?, who created it?, how can it be destroyed?, and why doesn't The Perfect destroy it himself?"

"Such certainty," Moreth turns to his brother, his demeanor dignified once again. "Your prophetic powers exceed my own, or have you extracted the knowlege from his mind? Were you perhaps created with this information already ingrained?"

He shakes his head in disgust, "Madmen all. I am a madman surrounded by madmen. Is this the message you were meant to deliver?" ,he asks the healer. "The fundamental message? That our creation was a mistake? That we have no sanity, no worth, no purpose?"
"Beware then," he hisses, "for Insanity justifies."

ooc: He hasn't told us about the Eye yet, right?

 

[Shayuri]

"Can he not...help us?" Shard asks, and immediately winces at the fury exploding in her head.

You mean get rid of us! Kill us! Destroy us!

"Why does He just discard us like this? Are we not still His? Will He try again? Make more to do His will? Is that why He forgets us, his first?"

Hate him for making us, for letting us...making us go on without purpose or hope!
Love him, as a father, for he is the closest to such we will ever have...
Fear, hope, despair, want...

 

[Pyrex]

Kicking at a flopping fish nibbling at her toes Lessa turns back to the healer. "How has this happened? How could creations of 'The Perfect' not be so themselves? Or was it that he allowed this to happen to us?"

 

[Wrahn]

Tainted Lorgrane played with the word in his mind, mulled over the possibility, judged the implication. Perhaps, but it matters little. No fear, no guilt, no conflict, those were for the others.

He wishes to have us accept randomness into the Perfect, a failure of purpose. Interesting it is either that or a limitation of action, consquences of acting. Either the Perfect is not perfect or it's power is not universal or both. A failure of purpose means we are not part of it's plan, in fact we would be a detriment to it. The healer does not seem concerned, which seems incongruous with our taint. The Perfect is not a being of morality, it is not limited by such concepts. Mercy is no more in it's nature than malice. If we posed a threat, it should eliminate us, if it can. And there is the crux, if it can not deal with it's problems except through proxies, such as us, then it will attempt to use us.

If on the other hand it is a constraint on it's action, then it would be aware of what was going to happen to us and the healer, perhaps acting as an agent of the Perfect, perhaps acting of his own accord, is attempting to manipulate us.

Either way, we are caught up in a tangled manipulation. Lorgrane smiled inwardly, at the thought of unravelling the mystery.

In anycase, when the healer is done answering questions, I will see what if I can penetrate his hidden defenses. Failing that, it should be interesting to see what his reaction will be.

OOC-

Lorgrane ever heard of this guys? Healer lackey of the Perfect, any lackey of the perfect?
KS: Religion +55 or Lore +37