Eye of Profane Truth

[Albedo]

"An uncorrupted world you say? One scrubbed of the Eye's taint? Is this really such an imposible task?" Cann smiles, "If one can overcome an impossible task, then surely he must be perfect. I shall attempt it. It shall be a good test for me if I finally achieve my goal. But I do wonder, if we do go on to live our lives, are we to ever see you again?"

 

[Nephtys]

The Perfect looks to you and frowns. He mutters under his breath, and you find that you recognize a few of the words:

"...I am the categorical imperative... the transcendental ideal... I am the greatest of deceivers, and the world my grandest illusion..."

He touches you on the forehead also. Your mind clears, and you are brought back firmly into reality.

---

"Any last questions before I do so?"

Moreth's eyes clear, and he looks down in shame.
"One question only. Why were we created? I feel the power to destroy within me, is that our only purpose? Is that the meaning you intended with our lives? Or is there more?"

 

[Rkhet]

"An uncorrupted world you say? One scrubbed of the Eye's taint? Is this really such an imposible task?" Cann smiles, "If one can overcome an impossible task, then surely he must be perfect. I shall attempt it. It shall be a good test for me if I finally achieve my goal. But I do wonder, if we do go on to live our lives, are we to ever see you again?"

"Who is to say? I do not intend to interfere in your destinies, but the web of fate ensnares even ones such as I. Perhaps we will meet again. I hope we do so in happier times."

Moreth's eyes clear, and he looks down in shame.
"One question only. Why were we created? I feel the power to destroy within me, is that our only purpose? Is that the meaning you intended with our lives? Or is there more?"

"Meaning? Even as we speak, a billion souls, mortal and immortal alike, born and die. Great armies of demons and fiends lock themselves in eternal war with little but their own shadows. Newborn universes devour each other and hasten their death in their gluttony. Who is there to give meaning to it all?"

"Life is meaningless. Interpret this how you will."

He meets your gaze, his eyes gray as the sea.

"Think of me sometimes, when the urge to destroy becomes unbearable. Think of me, and perhaps stay your hand. Thus you will have my grace."

 

[Rkhet]

You feel a dizziness coming over you. The world seemed to swirl and grow insubstantial. Then you collapse and fall into a deep, peaceful slumber...

"Hey, wake up! No loitering!" You are awoken unceremoniously by the prodding of something unpleasant. You open your eyes groggily, to see a man in light armor, a city guard by his looks.

You realize that you are lying on the pavement of a bustling street. Peddlers lined the sidewalk and people milled about them, conversing and haggling, creating the sort of ambient noise common to markets. Strange and ungent aromas filled the air, and you can hear in the distance the rowdy music of pan pipes. A small crowd has gathered around to watch your spectacle.

The guard is going around and prodding each of you in turn with his foot. "You adventurers are all a bunch o'fools, know that? Just your luck I happen to be here, or you lot woulda been found naked and with your throats slit!"

 

[Albedo]

Cann quickly covers up his freakish looking face with his hood. "Thank you good sir, for saving us from such an embarasing fate. Now, do tell, what city are we in?" Prod me will he? If hes not careful it will be HIM found with his throat slit. "Me and my companions here were caught in a most...unusual... occurance and we seem to have lost track of our location. Also, would you be able to point me in the direction of the nearest inn? I would like to find myself a "safer" place in which to rest."

 

[Nephtys]

Moreth awakens, glaring coldly at the guard while contemplating how to end his life as painfully as possibly. He stands up, covered in dust, and answers the man, " It is you who are lucky, commoner. You would already be dead, if not for the direct and personal plea of God for me to spare your life.
Now tell us, you who are less than we are, what is this filthy place? Who rules here and where do they reside? We have been sent from the heavens on a task of great importance. Cooperate and you will continue to live for a while longer."

--ooc: Diplomacy: +40

 

[Albedo]

"Now now Moreth, no need to tip our hand. We should try to move through these lands as quietly as possible until we know just what it is that awaits us here. Your violent ways, while admitedly entertaining, will serve no purpose at this time other than alerting possible foes to our prescence." Then again, I could always wait for them to come and kill you, alerting me to THEIR prescence.

 

[Nephtys]

"You know as well as I do that the only way our possible enemies can find us is if we let them.* And even if they do, they couldn't possibly be powerful enough to cause us any significant harm.** But for now I see no reason to hide our purpose from these mortals, whose comprehension is so limited. Let us give them a choise of accepting our salvation or suffering the consequences of refusal. Or would you rather spend the evening skulking around inns, when the souls of millions are at stake?**"

He casts Mindblank on himself. (duration 24 hours)


(*ooc: he referrs to Mindblank, shape-altering magic and the like)

(**ooc: Bluffing for the audience)

ooc: I figure we might as well get into the action as quickly as possibly, an audience with the king (or whatever) would be a lot more interesting than chatting with bartenders and street-people about obscure rumours. (Pbp games move so much more slowly than face-to-face that we'll have to take some shortcuts to get anywhere.)

 

[Albedo]

"We do not need followers and worshipers. Who cares what these people do or say. But if we start threatening them and killing them, we bring attention to ourselves. If you wish to seek an audience right now, thats fine with me. But try not to let your concern over mortal affairs get in the way."

OOC: Its not the directness thing I was commenting on, but more of the way you like to threaten people. I'm the type of guy who would rather find the foe and kill him in his home (hopefully unsuspected of course) than stir up attention and have him ambush me. But that was just roleplaying my character. You can do what you feel is best of course.

 

[silentspace]

"Who is to say? I do not intend to interfere in your destinies, but the web of fate ensnares even ones such as I. Perhaps we will meet again. I hope we do so in happier times."



"Meaning? Even as we speak, a billion souls, mortal and immortal alike, born and die. Great armies of demons and fiends lock themselves in eternal war with little but their own shadows. Newborn universes devour each other and hasten their death in their gluttony. Who is there to give meaning to it all?"

"Life is meaningless. Interpret this how you will."

He meets your gaze, his eyes gray as the sea.

"Think of me sometimes, when the urge to destroy becomes unbearable. Think of me, and perhaps stay your hand. Thus you will have my grace."

The Perfect's words resonate in Rhakzan's soul. He must mediate on them.

When kicked by the guard, he merely lies there, unmoving, as his brothers talk. Then he slowly rolls over, careful that he is still in fisherman form, and leans against a wall. Smiling up at the guard, he says "We had a crazy night, as you can probably guess. Humor my friends, will you, and tell them what city we're in and whatever else they want to know."

ooc: diplomacy +52. if that fails, rhakzan will use his ethergaunt dominate ability