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Message: <blockquote data-quote="kirinke" data-source="post: 3859509" data-attributes="member: 15409">Shando can see Naverone standing over Alethia, a shimmering, translucent balor, his hide a gleaming red-gold and bathed in sanctified white fire. He looks at first glance imposing, yet his entire demenor betrays a deep humility and a kind of... warmth that would never be present in a true demon. You are not sure that you could call him that any more. The aasimar herself is shining with silver light, so bright that you can't look at her closely or even make out her form or features. Whatever she once was, she clearly isn't even remotely human now, or perhaps, she is both at once human and celestial, standing on the brink of the earthly realm and heaven itself. Alethia began to glow, softly at first, then more brightly as his words sank in. She had heard this many times from others, who thought that might made right and their law was the only law that mattered. No one could doubt that she stood as a bastion of good."You say you wish to keep this from happening again. It should not have happened in the first place." Alethia said softly, leaning forward, white fire shimmering over her, betraying her emotions, spreading out like something alive, tendrils testing everyone present. It burns nothing, harms no one, but it is.... Disconcerting. For those who are both good and wounded, those wounds heal, leaving unbroken, unbruised flesh and bone. "I am just as chaotic as you are Murdoch. I do not hold myself above the law, nor do I necessarily feel constrained by it. But I still follow a code of honour that most good creatures follow, at least to some degree. You violated that code with your actions. You may not wish to see the truth of your actions. But perhaps you should anyway." Her eyes turn golden at her silent request to Naverone and all see what happened the day before, the sheer slaughter that Murdoch committed and had a direct hand in. All can feel the soldier's pain, helplessness. Rage of betrayal. All the things that perhaps everyone else has felt before at some point or another. Alethia makes another request, this one directly to her deity, hoping that SHE will grant it.If Selune does, they will all see those soldiers lives up to that point, the good and bad and indifferent, not just the sins, not just the crimes they have committed, which were indeed terrible, but all of the other things that made them human too, everything in total as well as the choices and mistakes that can never be undone or atoned for now.It drives home the point that they were human, that they were mortal, it stripes away the thought that they are different, inhuman, alien, not one of 'us', but as foilable and as misguided as everyone else, with all of the drives and such therein. Tears trickle down her face as she shoves those.... experiences right between the metaphorical eyes of her companions. She leans forward, breathing hard at the sudden exhertion of her and Naverone's powers and sits down heavily, trying to regrain some semblance of calm, after those terrible visions. "You have all forgotten. We are not fighting for Rashemi, for Waterdeep, for Silverymoon, or any single government or religion. Mortal or immortal. We are fighting for Toril. We are fighting for everyone. Everyone. Human, elf, aasimar, dwarf. Goblin. Whatever. Good and evil alike. It doesn't matter anymore, our own previous likes or dislikes, our own hangups. As long as we wear these baneswords, our enemy IS the Twice Damned." "They will not stop until everyone is either their slaves or crushed underfoot. Do you understand? Everyone, no matter who they are, where they came from, what country they call home is at risk. We cannot afford to play favorites. We cannot afford to arbitrarily decide who shall live and who shall die.""We are the weapon against the Twice Damned, don't you understand? Each and everyone one of us has an obligation to defend Toril, all of Toril from these creatures. That is our true duty and the price we pay for weilding these weapons." She said raising her head, looking at each of them, still ablaze with white fire and the light that seemed to pour out of her. And you know that she is speaking with more than one voice, or perhaps something is speaking through her, though filtered by her own choice of words. oocSorry, you guys were asking for it. And it's very much in keeping with chaotic good Saintly behavior.  <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f609.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=";)" title="Wink    ;)"  data-smilie="2"data-shortname=";)" /></blockquote>

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