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"Triage." The word slips unbidden from Nethien's lips. "Interesting... most interesting." He looks around for several seconds, before regarding the healer once more. "My instinct tells me you are not an agent of the Wyrmslayer. But I do not believe you to be an agent of the Perfect, either. You... are someone, or something, else. A third party... bearing witness. A balancing act between the two extremes, perhaps. Time will tell the tale soon enough, I suppose."
He looks around again at the scenery. "Where is the Wyrmslayer at present? How could an item such as this Eye 'taint' our creation by a being that, in the eyes of many, would be omnipotent? And why would the Perfect, again assuming that he is seen as omniscient in the eyes of the people, create us anyway, knowing that we would not be the... perfect... instruments of his will?"
He looks around again at the scenery. "Where is the Wyrmslayer at present? How could an item such as this Eye 'taint' our creation by a being that, in the eyes of many, would be omnipotent? And why would the Perfect, again assuming that he is seen as omniscient in the eyes of the people, create us anyway, knowing that we would not be the... perfect... instruments of his will?"
Wrahn:
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You sift through your nigh-encyclopaedic knowledge for anything that would help you identify this man, but come up empty. He does not fit your knowledge of any of the more prominent servants of the Perfect.
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Nephtys:
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You notice that the patients watched apathetically as the healer killed one of them. None of them speaks, except to occasionally moan in pain. Thinking back to your trip here, it had a surreal quality. You look around and notice minor details that are either missing or inconsistant with each other. Unless the Eye has already won and reality has been broken, this is not the Mortal Realm.
You have two theories: this could either be Limbo, where the recent dead, who do not know they are dead, linger; or it could be the Land of Dreams, a menagerie of thoughts, desires, and phantoms created by the minds of dreamers everywhere.
Perfect:
You know that he is the great overgod, supposedly created the world, and is worshipped almost universally, especially in the Human Empire. He created you but something went wrong. You also have fragmented and confusing memories of your last meeting with him.
Healer:
You do not recognize this man.
Siblings:
/ooc: you'll have to be more specific there. what do you want to know?
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"Samsarra should by all rights not exist. It cannot exist by mundane means, nor by magic - for there was no magic before it was born. It is a lie in the face of the real.
"The Perfect took the fabric of reality and twisted it to create a haven from the harsh winds of Outside. He took all the paradoxes his actions had created, all the impossibilities that are dangerous to the stability of this haven, and gathered it in one place, binding it with the laws of the new world. Thus was born the Eye, and it is indestructible. Fortunate, for should it be destroyed, all the stored paradoxes would be released, and the world would be unmade."
"In time, the Eye grew sentient and hid itself from the Perfect. It is resentful; to it Samsarra is an aberration, a bane to reality by virtue of its mere existance. This is why it seeks to destroy it. It has great power, but they are shackled; only with the aid of mortals, the Perfect's intended masters of Samsarra, could it release even a tiny portion of this power."
"Ah. While we are on the subject, I have a message from your father." The man pauses and clears his throat, then speaks with a voice not of his own.
"Do not seek the Eye's power. It is useless and dangerous to you."
"Will he try again? Perhaps, but not for a while. I would imagine that creating ones such as you would be strenuous even for a god. There is more than one way to skin a cat, though."
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You sift through your nigh-encyclopaedic knowledge for anything that would help you identify this man, but come up empty. He does not fit your knowledge of any of the more prominent servants of the Perfect.
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[sblock]you're asking for two pieces of information: the man's identity and servants of the Perfect. The first one you don't know, but the second would be too many to list. You'll need to be more specific.[/sblock]
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Nephtys:
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Location:
You notice that the patients watched apathetically as the healer killed one of them. None of them speaks, except to occasionally moan in pain. Thinking back to your trip here, it had a surreal quality. You look around and notice minor details that are either missing or inconsistant with each other. Unless the Eye has already won and reality has been broken, this is not the Mortal Realm.
You have two theories: this could either be Limbo, where the recent dead, who do not know they are dead, linger; or it could be the Land of Dreams, a menagerie of thoughts, desires, and phantoms created by the minds of dreamers everywhere.
Perfect:
You know that he is the great overgod, supposedly created the world, and is worshipped almost universally, especially in the Human Empire. He created you but something went wrong. You also have fragmented and confusing memories of your last meeting with him.
Healer:
You do not recognize this man.
Siblings:
/ooc: you'll have to be more specific there. what do you want to know?
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"Do you know how Samsarra was created? No, I don't mean the Church version, where His Lordship just waves his hand and land appears from beneath the sea. Though that does have a ring of truth to it.Durkon said:
"Samsarra should by all rights not exist. It cannot exist by mundane means, nor by magic - for there was no magic before it was born. It is a lie in the face of the real.
"The Perfect took the fabric of reality and twisted it to create a haven from the harsh winds of Outside. He took all the paradoxes his actions had created, all the impossibilities that are dangerous to the stability of this haven, and gathered it in one place, binding it with the laws of the new world. Thus was born the Eye, and it is indestructible. Fortunate, for should it be destroyed, all the stored paradoxes would be released, and the world would be unmade."
"In time, the Eye grew sentient and hid itself from the Perfect. It is resentful; to it Samsarra is an aberration, a bane to reality by virtue of its mere existance. This is why it seeks to destroy it. It has great power, but they are shackled; only with the aid of mortals, the Perfect's intended masters of Samsarra, could it release even a tiny portion of this power."
"Ah. While we are on the subject, I have a message from your father." The man pauses and clears his throat, then speaks with a voice not of his own.
"Do not seek the Eye's power. It is useless and dangerous to you."
"You have been given a gift, and you should cherish it. You have been given choice. You have the freedom to live as you wish. I, for one, am envious."Moreth said:
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"Know that there is no such thing as omniscience. It may be possible to pull a little on the strands of fate, but the consequences are anybody's guess. Not even His Lordship can know the future with certainty, though he is in better position than most to make educated guesses."Nethien said:
"Look at yourselves. Look at what you have become. Would you trust yourself with this kind of responsibility if you were Him? Me, I wouldn't trust you with a pet rock."Shard said:
"Will he try again? Perhaps, but not for a while. I would imagine that creating ones such as you would be strenuous even for a god. There is more than one way to skin a cat, though."
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When you were created, you were implanted with fragments of useful knowledge. One piece of knowledge you all share is that you know what your original purpose was. Other bits and pieces are the reason you can have the Knowledge skills when you are barely hours old.
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Shard listens somberly to the healer's assessment, then looks down at the ground, her feet.
Abruptly she flares angrily, "Well then is there any hope for us at all?! Have we been sent to you in this...this riddle world just to hear how doomed we are?! Is there nothing we, or anyone, can do...to...to...help?"
The jolt of emotion that spurred her eases, and she trails off, looking tearfully away.
Abruptly she flares angrily, "Well then is there any hope for us at all?! Have we been sent to you in this...this riddle world just to hear how doomed we are?! Is there nothing we, or anyone, can do...to...to...help?"
The jolt of emotion that spurred her eases, and she trails off, looking tearfully away.
Lord_Raven88
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"I say we fulfill the purpose we were created for, once the Eyes influence has been reduced, then the Perfect will be able to restore us to our uncorrupted selves"
This seems to amuse the healer.
"Very observant of you. If you are determined to be ungrateful, I suppose I will not stand in your way."
"The short answer is no. If there was anything to be done that was within the considerable powers of His Lordship, then we would not be having this conversation. Your taint is as much a part of you as whatever it is you were created out of. While it may be possible to separate it from you, and reshape from whatever is left, the result would be new beings entirely."
"There there. My hands are a little dirty, so I will skip the part where I pat you on the head. Would you like a sweet?"
Nephtys
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Moreth listens, and his outward appearance regains something of the grace and dignity it would have had if things had turned out differently. "We have our answers. We have been given our natures, and we have no choice but to accept our fate and embrace it. It would be folly to struggle against our own selves. We have to accept what we are and act accordingly. For us there can be no morality and no sense of obligation. Our lives belong to noone but ourselves."
Pain, madness or emptiness, whatever the nature of our weakness, can yet be turned to our strengths. Anything can be turned into a virtue, and if we can inflict our taint on the world we will no longer be alone."
"There is nothing more to be gained here. Let us go to fulfill the destiny we have been given."
Pain, madness or emptiness, whatever the nature of our weakness, can yet be turned to our strengths. Anything can be turned into a virtue, and if we can inflict our taint on the world we will no longer be alone."
"There is nothing more to be gained here. Let us go to fulfill the destiny we have been given."
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