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- MHALDOR NEWS #3210 (11/22/2014 at 23:27)
- From : Herenicus Coldraven
- To : Everyone
- Subject: A debate with the Targossan, Aodfionn
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- Exalted West, Mhaldor, the Magnificent,
- On the 23rd of Sarapin, your Missionaries of Malevolence traversed the frozen north to pierce the
- swelling Targossan pustule, Aodfionn Wintermourne, and lop off his gangrenous faith. Having
- previously shrunk from debate, shy Aodfionn obliged a handful of your servants to meet on the icy
- shores he considers home: a wilderness as empty and blustery as the troll, himself.
- Know thine enemy. The principle runs as deep as the foundations of the earth and deeper, summoning
- brave warriors and scholars to look upon and study weakness, even as it gazes back. This and other
- accounts of the foemen beyond our walls will prepare your heart and guide your hand in culling a
- diseased and the weak spirit where it clings to strong bones.
- What follows is a redacted account of a cold exchange, it fails to reflect telepathic assistance
- rendered through our party. I am indebted to our esteemed comrades, Orzaansyn, Taraus, and Xinna,
- and thank them for their patient strength. It remains true: No man maketh solely communion unholy.
- But make no mistake: though the face of weakness has been trammeled since the first Mhaldorian wore
- the first boot, the heretics have already returned to preaching pleasant prevarications. It falls on
- us to meet them, inoculating the world with Truth and banishing these mosquitoes back to the fever
- swamps from whence they came. Now and forevermore,
- In service,
- Herenicus Coldraven
- Abaddon's Whisper
- The Missionaries of Malevolence
- Tundra.
- Composed of vast, empty reaches, the tundra supports only limited lichen and scrub growth in the
- best of times. A war horse stands here, stamping impatiently. There are 3 guardian angels here.
- Miniature hands clasped patiently, a diminutive homunculus stands here, its features bearing an
- uncanny resemblance to Draqoom. Eminent Master Draqoom Van Helsing, Iron Fist is here. His face is
- partially concealed beneath a raised hood. He wields a Shield of Absorption bearing the arms of
- Draqoom in his right hand. Harbinger Halos Vorondil, Caefir Priest is here. Predicant Synest is here.
- He wields a spiritual mace in his left hand and a kite shield in his right. The Blue Dragon
- Mithridates' imposing form looms. Drual Xanatov-Vorondil, Sentry of Cyrene is riding on a war horse.
- She wields an Odyssean mace in her left hand and a Shield of Absorption in her right. Apostle
- Aodfionn Wintermourne, Deacon of Celestia is here. He is rapidly swinging a sword above his head.
- You see exits leading north, northeast, east, southeast, south, southwest, west, and northwest.
- Mithridates Phyrros says, "If it were my choice, I'd say kill them all and get on with it."
- Drual nods her head emphatically.
- Orzaansyn performs a graceful curtsey towards all those in the room.
- Herenicus makes a grim smile, raising his hand in greeting.
- Synest flashes the victory sign at Aodfionn.
- Minister Xinna, Crusher of Wills asks, "Kill who all, precisely?"
- Aodfionn says to Mithridates with a thick trollish accent, "It is not your choice, in this instance."
- Mithridates Phyrros says, "All of you lot."
- Aodfionn says to Mithridates with a thick trollish accent, "Return to the Dawnspear, Sir."
- Synest bows respectfully to Orzaansyn.
- Herenicus' mouth pulls back in a mocking smile.
- Synest bows respectfully to you.
- Synest bows respectfully to Xinna.
- Orzaansyn's mouth quirks up into an unsettling smile, which doesn't quite reach her disturbing
- obsidian eyes.
- Dusk steals silently over the horizon and crimson and ochre engulf the firmament, their seductive
- tones beckoning the sun to its nightly repose.
- His yellow eyes twinkling enchantingly, Aodfionn grunts and bows his head in respect.
- Aodfionn smiles and says with a thick trollish accent, "Mhaldorians, greetings. Welcome to my humble
- home."
- Xinna cautiously nods her head at Aodfionn.
- Herenicus casts an impassive glance over the frozen waste, pulling his cloak closer.
- Orzaansyn inclines her head politely at Aodfionn.
- Orzaansyn kneels on the floor and then settles back, sitting on her feet so that she can rest her
- hands comfortably on her thighs.
- You say to Aodfionn, "We have not come to exchange pleasantries, or admire this backwater from
- whence your people crawled."
- Predicant Synest says, "No need for insults."
- Mithridates Phyrros says to you, "I'd choose your words carefully."
- You say to Mithridates, "If you will be looking for reasons to exercise the brain you keep in your
- bicep, perhaps this isn't the place for you after all."
- Halos bows his head politely. The eyes of his guardian angel burn silently like embers.
- Orzaansyn inclines her head politely at Halos.
- Aodfionn says firmly with a thick trollish accent, "Enough. Both of you. Tongues will be removed and
- sent to our respective Divine, if we cannot even manage to keep civil long enough to speak."
- Mithridates Phyrros says, "Right. If you all start fighting, let me know beforehand so I can get a
- bite off Herenicus' arse."
- Aodfionn says curtly to Mithridates with a thick trollish accent, "Duly noted."
- The great form of Mithridates grows still and his eyes glaze over as the world blurs and then
- sharpens.
- With a flap of his majestic blue wings, Mithridates enters a tear in the fabric of reality, and is
- gone.
- Drual snickers softly to herself.
- The vibrant and floral scent of roses surrounds Orzaansyn in a fragrant cloud.
- Aodfionn says with a thick trollish accent, "Now then."
- Aodfionn says to you with a thick trollish accent, "In this case, age and beauty would come before
- the troll, but if you are uncertain as to what you prefer, we could flip a coin."
- Herenicus paces slowly across the wind-packed snow, hands clasped behind him as he considers.
- You say to Aodfionn, "You called the tune, and you are surrounded by all the dubious comforts of
- home. Begin when ready."
- Splashed with the reflected radiance of the stars, Achaea's outermost ring glitters ghostly pale
- against the night sky.
- His yellow eyes twinkling in the reflections of the fading sun, Aodfionn grunts and nods at you.
- Taraus manages an ungraceful, tripping step in, mumbling under her breath about snow.
- Synest raises his hand in greeting to Taraus and says "Hi!"
- Minister Xinna, Crusher of Wills whispers to Taraus, "If only you had a carapace to keep you warm."
- Orzaansyn inclines her head politely at Taraus.
- Taraus says formally in Mhaldorian with a throaty, lyrical accent, "Mhaldor."
- Taraus lowers her head respectfully.
- Taraus whispers aside to Xinna with a throaty, lyrical accent, "Perhaps I'll see if I can't prise
- one from an unworthy."
- Synest rubs his hands together in prayer, and you feel healing energy begin to emanate into your
- surroundings.
- Herenicus favours Taraus with a glance as he turns, marking another few paces in snow.
- Aodfionn says with a thick trollish accent, "Lord Sartan and His preachers have been given free
- reign to misconstrue their work and spread honeyed lies of plainly evident shortcomings inherent
- within the logical structure and commandments of Evil."
- Orzaansyn laces her fingers together contemplatively.
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Over the many centuries, this has manifested itself in a
- variety of ways - but the one I wish to address first comes from the first true, the definition of
- Evil from the Lord."
- Aodfionn smiles and says in a loud, resonant voice, "The advancement of sentient life. A noble goal,
- from the sounds of it - for what do the Bloodsworn teach, if not that Creation must be allowed to
- seek sustainable growth?"
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Unfortunately, that is all it is - a stated goal. By every
- measure of their own words, Mhaldor succeeds in this. By ever measure of Lord Sartan and His actions,
- however, this notion is disprove."
- Herenicus presses his lips into a firm line, crowned where snowflakes linger in his dark hair.
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Consider His ever-evolving stances, throughout the ages,
- on forces that would entirely destroy or inhibit the advancement of sentient life."
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "When Mhaldor was faced with the Worldreaver, the response
- was a resounding silence and one of complete inaction. "Why save a world, if it cannot defend itself,
- " one could imagine Congregants whispering to each other."
- Orzaansyn laces her fingers together contemplatively.
- The vibrant and floral scent of roses surrounds Orzaansyn in a fragrant cloud.
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "In the face of Chaos and Oblivion, according to your
- fellow Viceroy Zii, the former school of thought was the same 'if Creation cannot survive without
- aid, it is not worth saving.'"
- A feeling of disgust wracks your being as you reach out in search of Devotional presences around you.
- A dark miasma engulfs your body as you close your eyes and focus your consciousness outward.
- The darkness about you rushes outward as you snap your head up in triumph, severing a rite of
- revitalisation from the location.
- Deepest Stygian night steals over the land as the symbolic hourglass empties and turns, ready to
- begin a new day.
- It is now the 23rd of Sarapin, 670 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire.
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "These might be completely in line with the latter truths
- and the greater aspect of Mhaldorian theology, I give you that. But in no way, shape, sense or form,
- does the continued weakness and inaction of Mhaldor do anything to advance sentient life in a
- lasting, meaningful way. The words you utter speak of saving the world - yet your actions show that
- the primary concern of Evil is not the advancement of sentient life as is claimed, but the
- advancement of Lord Sartan and His will."
- Aodfionn tilts his head curiously at you.
- Herenicus stops amidst his grey and looping footprints, lifting his eyes to the assembly.
- Xinna turns her head to you, her multifaceted eyes gazing with interest.
- You say loudly, "It is false to separate the ambitions and vision of Lord Sartan, the Generous, who
- aligns Himself with the advancement of all sentient life, and we who would realise that vision of a
- stronger, better world."
- You say, "Mhaldorians are bound together by a profound and exhilarating belief in boundless
- potential, in themselves and this world, and in the continuing responsibility of each person to
- realise this potential through discipline and pain."
- You inquiringly ask, "And what is Evil?"
- Orzaansyn laces her fingers together contemplatively.
- You say clearly, "It is not a prim package of slogans to comfort and confine. It is continuing
- revelation, which starts each believer on a journey which is life-long. Evil is a treasure that must
- be sought after and found by each man for himself."
- You say clearly, "No one is allowed to get it second-hand by accepting the blandishments of Goodness
- and Light. Evil points to a path up the mountain and demands we climb, and gives us the power to
- ascend through the clouds like gods below."
- You ask, "We have not come to debate the lessons of Bal'met, except to say that His discovery
- confirms that ancient and unknown threats lie just beyond our ken, over horizons we may never reach.
- The lesson is preparation. The message is strength. Without these, what hope have we to survive the
- next doom that befalls our world?"
- You say, "You have charged us with honeyed lies, but offer no examples. You have painted us as
- butchers, but eat the same meat. What our colleague spoke is true: The world deserves saving to the
- extent we will save it. Evil recognizes that in this struggle for our very lives, there can be no
- respite, no surcease, and no mercy."
- You say, "What Goddess dies wishing She were but more Good?"
- Stretching in a fiery arc that embraces the world, the triune rings of Achaea blaze in response to
- the first kiss of dawn.
- You say to Aodfionn, "Strength everlasting existed before thy prissy insistence on purity, and will
- outlive it."
- Herenicus gives a curt nod towards Aodfionn, squaring his jaw in defiance.
- Aodfionn grunts smiles warmly, though his kindly features are somewhat lessened by a murderous glint
- in his eyes.
- The vibrant and floral scent of roses surrounds Orzaansyn in a fragrant cloud.
- Aodfionn says to you in a loud, resonant voice, "On the contrary, Coldraven, I offered several
- examples. Your eloquent speech will not distract from these. Strength is a noble goal, to be sure,
- but what is strength without purpose?"
- Aodfionn raises an eyebrow inquisitively as he turns to face the audience directly.
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "What damn point is having a fine scimitar, if one leaves
- it in a case?"
- A wry smile flits across Drual's lips.
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "That is ultimately what the -actions- of Mhaldor have
- shown their Lord to desire. And as we all know, actions speak far louder than words."
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "In the series of events surrounding the Worldreaver, all
- of the supposed strength that my opponent claims was for naught - it went unused, the armies of the
- West not mobilized until the threat had long since been apparent. Not until Mhaldor itself began to
- suffer were the forces of Evil made useful in the fight."
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Strength is useless without purpose - it is like a fruit,
- left on a tree out of the grasp of any mortal or animal seeking to pick it. It will simply wither in
- time."
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "The Bloodsworn demand their servants seek strength, so
- that when Creation or our world are threatened in ways such as the Worldreaver or Oblivion, we are
- ready to act in a moments notice - that we know what to do immediately, and will follow the course
- demanded to best defend our world. That is known as Righteousness, the realm of our Lord."
- Aodfionn grunts noncommittally.
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Strength without that noble purpose is wasted - doubly so
- when inaction is the course taken."
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Speaking of Oblivion, however..."
- Drual nods her head at Aodfionn, showing her acceptance.
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Let us each here ponder this for a moment - my opponent
- stated that Evil seeks strength, and that the will of his Lord and his people are one in all things."
- The blazing light of the sun passes briefly behind the triune rings of Achaea, speckling the sky
- first in obsidian, then silver, then pearly white.
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Consider that, for a long, hard moment - the Malevolent
- One and each of His servants, is perfectly content to allow Chaos to be toyed with. The records show
- that Lord Babel had at least one follower within the ranks of Mhaldor at some point - that means
- that the Lord of Evil was content to allow someone bent on seeing His own destruction to serve in
- His city, all in the name of seeking what the Malevolent One calls strength."
- Aodfionn's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Imagine that. I mean, strength is important, but when
- Oblivion encroaches, Lord Sartan and Evil do naught to try and fight it. They, with their singular
- will, deem that the temporary strength of inaction is better than seeking any semblance of purity
- and actually fighting to defend Creation."
- Herenicus lifts his weary eyes to heaven in a silent prayer for patience.
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Actions speak louder than words. And actions say that Lord
- Sartan would rather see Creation destroyed and strength itself eradicated, all because the temporary
- benefits of doing nothing are more beneficial in some way."
- Aodfionn says to you in a loud, resonant voice, "How do you reconcile the examples, Father?"
- Orzaansyn kneels on the floor and then settles back, sitting on her feet so that she can rest her
- hands comfortably on her thighs.
- You plainly ask Aodfionn, "If I hear you correctly, you would distinguish our responses on the basis
- of a mouldering, snap decision concerning Bal'met, judged in hindsight, and from this 'example
- cobble together some unsupported strike at the purpose of Evil?"
- Aodfionn's eyes sparkle with amusement at you.
- Poised at the very peak of the firmament, the fiery sun casts its radiant gaze across the land.
- You say irritatingly, "No mortal and no god beneath the power of Ayar-made-Sarapis holds themselves
- out as at all times infallible, perfectly versed in both future and past. This is a small nail upon
- which to crucify a body, Aodfionn. Take it from me."
- You say, "Yet your would-be sally against the purpose of Evil must be met, beaten until your
- pointing fingers are broken."
- The vibrant and floral scent of roses surrounds Orzaansyn in a fragrant cloud.
- You say, "We might begin at a commonplace, something upon which both our feets might stand: the
- concept of time."
- You say, "Time is the most precious coin in our mortal possession; how we spend it defines us as men
- and women. Evil recognizes the possibilities of choice and its pitfalls, both. Sartan, the
- Magnificent, knows His purpose as we know ours: a world reborn in pain and discipline, forever
- charting the bounds of potential."
- You say to Aodfionn, "And if charting the boundaries of mortal potential is, as we believe, the
- highest goal and deepest desire of our faith then we must not expect it will not require agonies and
- pain, that it might be reached along the lines of least resistance. There is no strength without
- suffering, there is no power without pain, there is no life without death."
- You say to Aodfionn, "And where you are too blind or too stubborn to reach these well-springs of
- power, Mhaldor will drive you to them, whether in life or death."
- Herenicus nods over to Aodfionn, signaling his end as he resumes a slow, back-and-forth tread.
- Aodfionn smiles softly.
- Silver sparks dance across the heavens as the dazzling orb of the sun rushes past Achaea's three
- rings, the second brilliantly coruscating at its passing.
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "I admittedly hold a soft-spot for that logical line of
- thinking, Father, though only because the notion of 'noble intentions' counted a for a good deal
- among the trollish race for many generations."
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Unfortunately, even if your intentions are just as you
- claim - to live what little time we have in this world in the pursuit of what you understand as
- strength - then you do so in vainful pursuit of it."
- Herenicus dismisses the sentiment with a flippant wave of his hand as he continues pacing, chin down,
- thinking.
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Whether or not the embodiment of Evil meant well when He
- made a mistake in regards to the Worldreaver counted for little as Divine and mortal met their final
- ends at the hands of Bal'met."
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "And frankly, the fact that He continues to make that same
- mistake of claiming 'strength' through inaction - or self-defeating purpose such as toying with
- Chaos - it gives cause for concern that His judgment is not particularly all that sound, when it
- comes to living in a world whose existence is not guaranteed through apathy."
- Aodfionn says to you in a loud, resonant voice, "You keep glossing over the example of Oblivion - I
- would like to highlight this, because it is arguably even more terrifying of a contradiction."
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Bal'met nearly destroyed our world. Chaos threatens the
- entirety of Creation. And yet, Mhaldor has not struck back in the name of Creation in any meaningful
- way. The will of the Malevolent One has, for reasons beyond my understanding, deemed that the
- strength of His people is to be wasted upon striking against nature and Targossas, while the threat
- of Oblivion destroys worlds on the outer planes dairly."
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Either Sartan has made yet another grievous error of
- judgment, or He believes that the destruction of Creation is entirely worth short-term strength.
- Dusk steals silently over the horizon and crimson and ochre engulf the firmament, their seductive
- tones beckoning the sun to its nightly repose.
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "For all of the eloquent words and the theories on
- suffering and oppression, actions speak far louder than words. Again I say that the actions of Evil
- prove that Lord Sartan cares nothing for the self-stated goal of the advancement of sentient life,
- but instead seeks only to advance His own goals in the short term regardless of the consequence to
- life in Creation."
- Aodfionn says to you in a loud, resonant voice, "Care to change my mind, Father?"
- The argent radiance of the moon seeps into the sky, waking the stars as darkness descends over the
- land.
- Taraus chuffs softly, popping her collar to ward off the chill.
- Halos conceals a smile behind a slender hand.
- You say icily to Aodfionn, "Generously assuming you've one to change, the Sixth Truth of Evil will
- aid me in changing it. And if it takes pain to drive wisdom trough your trollish skull, we shall
- bear the hammer."
- Finding an empty patch amongst the ice-tinged scrub, Halos gathers his robes and seats himself upon
- the bare earth.
- Orzaansyn smiles softly at Halos.
- The vibrant and floral scent of roses surrounds Orzaansyn in a fragrant cloud.
- Splashed with the reflected radiance of the stars, Achaea's outermost ring glitters ghostly pale
- against the night sky.
- You say loudly, "Chaos! Oblivion! A voice raised in strength need never tremble at the words!
- Mhaldor was deep within the filth-ridden warrens of Ashtan, destroying her shrines and banishing her
- warriors by our bravery and convictions. We did not see you there, Targossas!"
- You say, "Your ignorance of a fact does not make it false, though every ignoramus might wish it so.
- When the practitioners of Chaos were bound beneath the yoke of Evil, they served Him dutifully. When
- their falsity was made known, they were swiftly struck down. Whatever weakness gathers unto itself,
- by whatever banner, the result speaks the same: Mhaldor treads them down."
- You say to Aodfionn, "If your mind would open, you must learn to embrace the Sixth Truth of Sartan,
- the Great: "The mind may be made stronger through the elimination of conscience. One does this by
- inflicting pain on others.""
- You say, "The baying bitch of conscience has been leashed in Mhaldor: no barking in our ears, no
- piss upon our carpets. And yet the Targossan invites this flea-bitten concept to bed. Can there be
- any doubt as to why your people are forever itching for a strength that lies just beyond reach?"
- Herenicus' lips curve in a cruel smile as he turns on his heels, settling his inquiring gaze on
- Aodfionn.
- Aodfionn grunts and smiles warmly at you.
- Deepest Stygian night steals over the land as the symbolic hourglass empties and turns, ready to
- begin a new day.
- It is now the 24th of Sarapin, 670 years after the fall of the Seleucarian Empire.
- Aodfionn says to you in a loud, resonant voice, "As I trust you are not implying that we raid Ashtan
- alongside Mhaldor, it would seem then that you note that Evil fights Chaos by... ah, by breaking
- windows and spraying graffiti in the streets of the Bastion."
- Aodfionn says to you in a loud, resonant voice, "Now, if that is the criterion by which we measure
- strength - the ability to remove shrines and smash a building or two - then Mhaldor itself has some
- odd questions to answer about its first century of existence and the late 500s, when the Ordos
- Incencus Arboris helped ensure that the boot of both Ashtan and Eleusis managed to crush skulls. But,
- because you are a learned man, I know that you surely would not measure strength in such a fleeting
- way. The only logical conclusion, then, is that you seem to confuse fighting Ashtan with striking
- against Chaos."
- Aodfionn's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Now, that is an interesting thought - certainly, the
- Occultists house themselves in the Bastion, and Lord Babel has served as Patron. But as I - and your
- companion here..."
- Aodfionn grunts and inclines his head towards Taraus.
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "...both know, Chaos and Ashtan are not one in the same,
- just in the same way that harming Hashan does not harm Darkness itself."
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "You pose the question of why you do not see Targossians in
- Ashtani streets."
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Similarly, I ask why your Lord is not out fighting Lord
- Babel in the outer planes, some of which inhabited by the daemonic hordes, while the Righteous Fire
- is out there proving to be the only one powerful enough to fight back Chaos itself?"
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Ladies and gentlemen, my opponent seeks to claim a lack of
- Targossian raiding as the result of our failings - yet would he ignore how much more brutally
- trampled underfoot his own city was, for over a century after their formation? I think not."
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Furthermore, as my opponent is a well-regarded scholar, I
- know that he understands the difference between mortal blades and forces beyond the scope of our
- beings."
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Evil does not strike upon Chaos, yet Evil claims to be the
- strongest while Good actually makes progress. Evil claims bravery, and yet His history shows only
- inaction and apathy until it is too little, too late."
- Taraus says to Aodfionn with a throaty, lyrical accent, "Yes, you -do- know as well as I what the
- breeding ground of Ashtan both fosters and harbours; pretending otherwise is folly, so let's not,
- hmmn?"
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "If we are here to discuss the 'noble goals' of Evil, then
- we may do so - but I am of the opinion that results and action say far more than flowery words or
- base insults."
- Aodfionn says to you in a loud, resonant voice, "If we are to judge based upon results, upon track
- record, your Lord is found wanting, and the strength of your city rendered moot."
- Aodfionn says to you in a loud, resonant voice, "Again I ask you, Herenicus - how do you reconcile
- the notion that Chaos will destroy strength and your Lord, while knowing that He has proven time and
- again that He is either unable or unwilling to stop it?"
- You say, "It would seem you cannot be satisfied, Aodfionn. You plead for actions and when given the
- same, your voice rumbles for more with the very words you criticize. You scour the receding past as
- a cherry farmer, picking what looks pleasant. Are you truly going to flip through history, pointing
- to past weakness as evidence that we are not strong? Is every man weak for having been born a babe?
- These fallacies are paper-thin, beneath even you."
- Stretching in a fiery arc that embraces the world, the triune rings of Achaea blaze in response to
- the first kiss of dawn.
- Aodfionn's mouth turns up as his face breaks into a smile.
- You say angrily to Aodfionn, "The Lord of Evil, Sartan, the Malevolent, has never flinched from the
- sacred work of advancing Sapience. Your ignorant calumny sees neither His deeds nor ours, and yet
- you would sling slander like an excited simian."
- You say, "History may be our judge. Every force that has arisen or revealed itself to argue with,
- impede, or otherwise undermine the will of Sartan, the Exalted has been laid low. As far as the East
- is from the West, so will the forces of Evil stretch to meet the foes of progress."
- You say to Aodfionn, "We have not the time to explore your baseless assertions that Good or Light or
- Warm Feelings have progressed against Chaos with greater efficacy than you have fought us here.
- Rhetorical onanism, speaking past an opponent - these techniques only serve to muddy the waters of
- them that would see more clearly."
- You say, "I would close by reminding you that it is Targossas, not Mhaldor, with something to prove.
- What progress has Good made, other than a lot of posturing? A faltering, fledgling city that has yet
- to prove itself, or do anything of real note upon the world's stage? Does 'progress' consist of
- regularly mourning fallen comrades, of monthly-held funeral processions? Of revising again and again
- a set of religious scriptures that shift and change like sands in the..."
- Herenicus lifts his hand into the stiff breeze.
- You say to Aodfionn, "Wind."
- Herenicus lowers his eyes with solemnity, murmuring a prayer beneath the merciless, frozen air.
- Aodfionn smiles softly.
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "I like that sentiment, Father - may history judge us, each
- and all, for what we have done."
- Poised at the very peak of the firmament, the fiery sun casts its radiant gaze across the land.
- Aodfionn smiles and says to you in a loud, resonant voice, "I welcome the closing of this event, as
- it seems you are beginning to display more sermonizing than rational argument, speaking as you do."
- Herenicus' pale eyes flash with subdued anger and he grits his teeth.
- Aodfionn says to you in a loud, resonant voice, "Though, if we wish to ask, "What has the East done,
- " I think we would find some interesting answers."
- Aodfionn smiles and says to you in a loud, resonant voice, "After all, it was the East that
- thoroughly shattered the wills of Mhaldor, in the events that followed the defeat of Bal'met.
- Targossas won that war, while you consoled yourself by slapping the forestals."
- Aodfionn smiles and says in a loud, resonant voice, "Though, to speak of Bal'met, once again we are
- reminded that it was the Lightbringer and the sword of Dunamis that slew the Worldreaver, while Lord
- Sartan was the one engaging in masturbatory practices by cozying up to Bal'met."
- Herenicus gives his head a mild shake of disbelief, smiling patiently over to the Mhaldorian
- assemblege.
- Taraus says incredulously with a throaty, lyrical accent, "Targossas won that wa--."
- Taraus blinks confoundedly before quietly uttering, "What."
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "In closing, I would simply ask that each of us here to ask
- ourselves - how will history judge us, when our souls meet the Endbringer for the final time? Will
- our actions line up with our ideals?"
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Or will we, like Lord Sartan, be found contradictory and
- wanting."
- Aodfionn grunts noncommittally.
- Taraus says off-handedly with a throaty, lyrical accent, "You'd think for one wanting to wield
- history in the form of debate, a little more study into accuracy and fact would've gone into it."
- Aodfionn says to Taraus in a loud, resonant voice, "Er, was it not the Lightbringer who slew Him? Or
- am I mistaken?"
- Taraus says quietly to Aodfionn with a throaty, lyrical accent, "A war is not one by a single battle,
- surely even you are not so foolish as to claim that, 'Fionn."
- Halos' dark gaze darts towards Orzaansyn, a slim hand descending towards his mace lazily.
- Taraus says to Aodfionn with a throaty, lyrical accent, "But, if you really wish to dwell on
- singular facts, and not larger pictures -- if you'd really want to discredit the innumerous
- sacrifices made by Divine and mortal a like to see his end, if you -really- want to insist he was
- wrought down by the singular act of the wielding of Dunamis..."
- Herenicus folds one arm over another, staring into the Targossan crowd with open derision.
- Taraus asks Aodfionn with a throaty, lyrical accent, "Who did put that legend in Her hand?"
- Taraus says to Aodfionn with a throaty, lyrical accent, "Before you claim the victory Hers, you must
- also credit that which made Her victory possible."
- Aodfionn looks sceptical and says to Taraus in a loud, resonant voice, "The Sword of Dunamis, the
- weapon forged from a plane of Order so pure that it itself repels Chaos and impurity?"
- Harbinger Halos Vorondil, Caefir Priest says, "Dunamis, assuredly, by way of Babel for a short time.
- "
- Orzaansyn laces her fingers together contemplatively.
- Halos gives a lazy half-shrug.
- Taraus smirks at Halos.
- Orzaansyn smiles softly at Halos.
- Aodfionn says to Taraus in a loud, resonant voice, "As much as Mhaldorians wish to say 'I was
- helpful too, folks!' history proves them to be johnny-come-lately in a fight of too dire importance
- to remain apathetic towards."
- Aodfionn grunts noncommittally.
- Taraus asks Halos with a throaty, lyrical accent, "Are you, then, where he learned to argue? To
- observe only singular facts, and not the entire picture? To respond to one claim, and not the
- entirety?"
- Silver sparks dance across the heavens as the dazzling orb of the sun rushes past Achaea's three
- rings, the second brilliantly coruscating at its passing.
- Aodfionn smiles and says to you in a loud, resonant voice, "Well, it looks like the leash came off.
- Thank you for the experience, Father. I hope you enjoyed yourself."
- Taraus says to Aodfionn with a throaty, lyrical accent, "You again and again make these claims of
- inaction and apathy -- what? I don't even know how to /contend/ such a blatant falsity, and --."
- Halos stands up.
- Taraus gives a trillingly melodic laugh.
- Halos grins benignly, the northern sun glinting off of his bald pate.
- Taraus says with a throaty, lyrical accent, "And an argument ending in insult: how appropriate."
- Aodfionn says to Taraus in a loud, resonant voice, "You and I were both Northerners at the time, I
- daresay we can hardly claim much more than Mhaldor if we are speaking personally."
- Aodfionn tilts his head curiously.
- Aodfionn says in a loud, resonant voice, "Insult? Herenicus told me, and I quote, that his "hounds
- would remain leashed." If you dislike being compared to dogs, take it up with your friend."
- The vibrant and floral scent of roses surrounds Orzaansyn in a fragrant cloud.
- Aodfionn grunts and inclines his head towards Herenicus.
- Aodfionn smiles and says in a loud, resonant voice, "I am not the one who spent half this time
- demeaning his race or intelligence. Such a thing would be beneath Their servants."
- You say lazily, "I never referred to anyone as being mine, and spoke only to our collective courtesy.
- "
- Aodfionn smiles and says in a loud, resonant voice, "Thank you all for attending. May the Light
- guide, and the Fire burn."
- Aodfionn's eyes sparkle with amusement at you.
- Taraus says amenably with a throaty, lyrical accent, "Something will burn, all right."
- Aodfionn says to you in a loud, resonant voice, "You are so much more interesting one on one, and
- less predictable."
- Taraus flashes Aodfionn a wolfish smile.
- Draqoom, Drual, Halos, and Synest leave, following Aodfionn to the south.
- Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Daedalan, in the year 670 AF.
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