(Tavern) City of Orussus, The Red Dragon Inn VII

[Rystil Arden]

"If I recall correctly, you said:

'Hah, peace? If you are well-off, and in charge, sure -- peace sounds like a great deal...Hah. That's the sort of talk you get from comfortable folk, in comfortable surroundings, speaking in front of a warm fire'

and this was in response to my toast of peace. This is a clear indication that you believe people who talk of peace to be soft, living cushy comfortable lives, and yet I, as well as my people, yearn for peace one day.

Then you said: 'If change, any change, brings with it the promise of real reform, peace is another word for 'status quo' which, in this context, is another way to uphold the great unfairness we see around us.'

These are clearly words that support an anarchic rebellion.

As for your example:

'For example, you village is surrounded by enemy hordes, who are incapable of showing mercy or being effected by rational debate (for example, a mass of undead skeletons). Working towards "peace" in this case might in fact result in more dead. Where on the other hand, if the entire village works together to be an effective fighting force, they may defeat the attackers and (some) will survive.'

In this case, the true path to peace is to take arms and defeat the attackers--and there is no contradiction in such action. Allowing an army full of negative energy and hatred for life to take control is not peace, only the false peace instilled by the chill quiet of death. Any person who would swear a vow of peace, unwilling to fight for the cause of peace when oppressive tyrants would destroy it, are not truly dedicated to peace for the defenseless folk, merely selfish beings who arrogantly believe that they can show an unattainable example and then suddenly everything will be all right."

"Even so, I accept your half-apology and offer my own if my opinions have offended you."

 

[two]

"If I recall correctly, you said:

'Hah, peace? If you are well-off, and in charge, sure -- peace sounds like a great deal...Hah. That's the sort of talk you get from comfortable folk, in comfortable surroundings, speaking in front of a warm fire'

and this was in response to my toast of peace. This is a clear indication that you believe people who talk of peace to be soft, living cushy comfortable lives, and yet I, as well as my people, yearn for peace one day.

Then you said: 'If change, any change, brings with it the promise of real reform, peace is another word for 'status quo' which, in this context, is another way to uphold the great unfairness we see around us.'

These are clearly words that support an anarchic rebellion.

As for your example:

'For example, you village is surrounded by enemy hordes, who are incapable of showing mercy or being effected by rational debate (for example, a mass of undead skeletons). Working towards "peace" in this case might in fact result in more dead. Where on the other hand, if the entire village works together to be an effective fighting force, they may defeat the attackers and (some) will survive.'

In this case, the true path to peace is to take arms and defeat the attackers--and there is no contradiction in such action. Allowing an army full of negative energy and hatred for life to take control is not peace, only the false peace instilled by the chill quiet of death. Any person who would swear a vow of peace, unwilling to fight for the cause of peace when oppressive tyrants would destroy it, are not truly dedicated to peace for the defenseless folk, merely selfish beings who arrogantly believe that they can show an unattainable example and then suddenly everything will be all right."

"Even so, I accept your half-apology and offer my own if my opinions have offended you."

"Oh no, I accept whatever apologies you have made, and in return let me further apologize if what I have said gave a poor impression.

Honestly, I think you just said it best: "fighting for the cause of peace."

I think that's something we ALL can agree on. Fighting...for the cause of peace... death... for the sake of life... up, for the sake of down... and let's not forget starvation, for the cause of food... "

[mutters to himself, smiling, sucessfully stopping a laugh, getting progressively more quiet]

"Speaking of which, I'd like some roast beef, covered with duck fat, if you have any? Bartender?"

[Sunny jumps up, at which point his bastard sword frees itself and slides off his back, thumping against the floor]

"Huh, imagine that. She's eager to get into action! C'mon Sweet Suzy Q [addresses his sword], get back up there, stop messing around. It's not time for any of that- YET."

 

[Rystil Arden]

*Lasair laughs at the wizard's antics, as she replies:*

"Very good then, I am glad we all understand each other. It is understanding what seem to be paradoxes and oxymorons like fighting for the cause of peace that weeds out those who have truly pondered their ideals."

 

[Bront]

"Yup, Oxymorons, or any other kind of morons that like to fight." Says Vanitri. "You'll not catch me looking for a fight. But you're darn right I'll be fightin' to defend me an my own, or to find some other way to protect them. I firmly believe that fightin' isn't the only solution, and often isn't the best solution."

 

[ajanders]

OOO THAT'S MICHAEL? Well, hello sir. Elise calls out to the man Would you care to join us? My name is Elise!

Michael looks over at Elise, then blushes, drinks, waves shyly.
Then he looks at Lasair, blushes more, finishes the drink, and waves carefully, so as not to offend. He's been doing that a lot lately.

 

[Rystil Arden]

"Michael, no need to be embarrassed. Won't you come and speak with us of your special relationship with the number 8192?"

 

[ajanders]

"Michael, no need to be embarrassed. Won't you come and speak with us of your special relationship with the number 8192?"

Michael gets another drink.
"It's nuthin, really. 'Sjus where I los' track."
He sips, carefully.
Oooh. Lasair's getting blurry. Must be the siwash. Or the kibosh, That...thing she does.
It's kinda pretty.
"Hi Elise."
Michael sips again, carefully.

 

[Bront]

"Michael, come, join us. Fine drinks, fine women, and fine company are some of the luxuries of life, and here we have all three." Vanitri kicks out a seat for Michael.

 

[two]

*meta* You know, I'm not sure if the PC's involved in this discussion would make a particularly effective D&D party (in a min/max sense) but I'm 100% sure that if we all went on an adventure together, we would have fun -- even if we all ended up dying *end meta*

 

[ajanders]

"Michael, come, join us. Fine drinks, fine women, and fine company are some of the luxuries of life, and here we have all three." Vanitri kicks out a seat for Michael.

Michael sits down gracefully on a high stool. As Vanitri has slid over a normal chair, however, there is a clatter and crash as he plummets down to the real, and lower, seat.
"Whoop!"
Chair legs creak, but hold.
Michael eyes his drink, sloshing wildly in his cup.
"Hah!"
He grins.
"Not a drop spilled!"