Zweischneid
First Post
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At the words of his elder, Bheazir clenches his teeth with surpressed frustration. "I.. We owe Norsten NOTHI.."
Taking a long sip of tea, he calms himself and steadies his words.
"Survived, alright. We have survived. But not because of Norsten or his deeds, but inspite of them! That worm is thriving on the misery of others, cloaking himself in the fear of a greater evil to exploit, rule and bully the people of this town."
Bheazir thuds the mug down more heavily than he intended; watery tea spilling over the table.
"It is not Norsten's merit that we survive, but that of the people of Evenfall, who toil and labour on, day after day, despite this injustice. It is the people of Evenfall who save themselves and the lives of their oppressors because that, to them, appears to be the price of survival. But they are wrong!"
No longer able to restrain himself, Bheazir pushes from his chair. Crossing back and forth in the tiny cabin, his fists clenched and knuckles white, he challenges his grandfather with defiant words.
'You have never told me much of anything about your ways with Athelberg... the time.. well... before. What was so special about Athelberg anyhow? If he was anywhere the man deserving his reputation, not to mention your reverence, I'd think he would have known that it is not the banners or the glory of defiance against the impossible that counts, but the unity of mind, of purpose and of heart."
Taking a long breath, cooling himself, he stops his back and forth in the middle of the room.
"When I see good folk like Hazel turning suspicious and forbidding towards people they've known all their life. When I see mistrust and fear everywhere I turn, than I do not see a town that is surviving."
And, with short pause and sigh, half bitter, half mourning Bheazir adds. "I see a town that is dying. "[/sblock]
At the words of his elder, Bheazir clenches his teeth with surpressed frustration. "I.. We owe Norsten NOTHI.."
Taking a long sip of tea, he calms himself and steadies his words.
"Survived, alright. We have survived. But not because of Norsten or his deeds, but inspite of them! That worm is thriving on the misery of others, cloaking himself in the fear of a greater evil to exploit, rule and bully the people of this town."
Bheazir thuds the mug down more heavily than he intended; watery tea spilling over the table.
"It is not Norsten's merit that we survive, but that of the people of Evenfall, who toil and labour on, day after day, despite this injustice. It is the people of Evenfall who save themselves and the lives of their oppressors because that, to them, appears to be the price of survival. But they are wrong!"
No longer able to restrain himself, Bheazir pushes from his chair. Crossing back and forth in the tiny cabin, his fists clenched and knuckles white, he challenges his grandfather with defiant words.
'You have never told me much of anything about your ways with Athelberg... the time.. well... before. What was so special about Athelberg anyhow? If he was anywhere the man deserving his reputation, not to mention your reverence, I'd think he would have known that it is not the banners or the glory of defiance against the impossible that counts, but the unity of mind, of purpose and of heart."
Taking a long breath, cooling himself, he stops his back and forth in the middle of the room.
"When I see good folk like Hazel turning suspicious and forbidding towards people they've known all their life. When I see mistrust and fear everywhere I turn, than I do not see a town that is surviving."
And, with short pause and sigh, half bitter, half mourning Bheazir adds. "I see a town that is dying. "[/sblock]
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