Reflection & Anticipation

[The Great Mongol Khan 1110]

The chilling wind of winter beat harshly against his leather coat. It wripped through the air, crippling all noise. The snowflakes were shaken and stirred against his still body. The snow beneath him weighed heavily on his leather boots. All of this distraction and yet he continued his glare upon the horizon. His glance danced around the various capitals with a concerning expression beginning to form on his face. He hesitates to open his mouth, for he wishes not to believe his own words.

“Such a world we live in today… The Undead beat against our backs, wishing to enslave and destroy all that our fathers gave their lives to build. Their Heralds continue to slaughter man after man. Their cultists continue to corrupt and mend the minds of young men and women.”

He scowls.

“Misguided men and women. Those too young to understand their purpose in this land.”

Lucius stares deeply into the ground with great disappointment and sympathy.

“Those beautiful minds are under complete imprisonment, with a lack of love for one another.”

His gaze turns upwards, into the Seven Skies.

“What are we to do my Lord? What can we do to save these people? Everyday, we lose another brother or sister to the taint of Iblees. These times are truly deteriorating to the minds of the weak. They are deceived to believe Iblees as a godsent for this world. Those poor souls, lost...”

His rough hands run through his black hair in a sign of mental fatigue as he returns his gaze upon the sprawling cities of the horizon.

“And yet we are further delved into a mortal chaos. The Legion of the Dwarves continue to beat against the Akovians, the Schism and the Canon continue to fight against each other, and tensions continue to rise amongst the entire world. Men hacking down their fellow human brothers, a race on the threat of extinction. Many of such a race believe that it is justifiable to take a life based on their religious ideology. This is the world we live in; one of shrewdness and brutality.”

The hands run against his fair skinned face.

“And we are meant to believe this is right. We are led to believe that the murder of our fellow brothers of Malin, Krug, Urguan, and Horen are justifiable by decree of a Church that glorifies no other but one race. You created us all to be equal in heart. If we cannot claim anything tangible, we will still have our heart. We can say that we do not share the same beliefs as one another but we shall always share your creation, our beating hearts. Our hearts are meant to beat with love for one another. Not for an idea of racial and church superiority. When I am gone it will not matter how much I did for this world, but how much I did for the person beside me. To help your fellow man in need is the greatest gift to give to this world, despite all boundaries. Why can people not realize this.? Are we too overcome with greed and false views that we cannot see what truly lies behind our creation? We were created to serve you my Lord, and to serve you means to spread your love to this world through every action that we take, through every step we take in our life. Yet we still continue pointless fighting. Men seek for a unified church but they have yet to make amends with you my Lord. They fail to realize the greatest blessing that you have bestowed upon us, life. They take lives as if it were a game. As if it was not the life of another man that they were taking, but that of a rabbit animal. They wish to exterminate a race they do not agree with instead of establishing a sense of tolerance in their character.”

Lucius shakes his head sternly.

“We should not have a splintered race. We should not have specific land for certain races of man. We should all live in harmony in one place as a unified humanity. Unification has always been the answer to troubling times like these. But upon this new threshold, the entirety of the idea has been kicked against the dirt. Why can we not find comradery in one another as we have before. Heartlanders, Highlanders, Raevir... we all hold one thing in common. We are all men. And if there is one thing that the entire world shares, it is that we all call the soil beneath our feet Home.”

Lucius takes a flask from his pocket and gracefully unscrews it as he takes a sip. His stare pierces the world of Athera followed by a deep sigh.

“We tend to forget that...”

[Cracker 4570]

The High Pontiff ponders to himself in his study. He notices in the distance the glint of steel and shouting from afar. Another skirmish. 

 

"You remember the quadroon Emperor. Robert Chivay, snipped ears and bushy beard, you were there when I met him. The only time I met him, in fact. Looked a bit like the illustrations of the ancient High Prince Native, heh. I'll never forget what he said, uncle Tuv. 'The world burns when man spills his brothers blood!"

 

"He said that right after his sworn man, the Imperial marshal, buggered his arse and his empire, and he was pinned as a prisoner in front of a council of his own 'loyal' subjects. I wish more men had his clarity. Instead we've got folk who cast their lots with cultists and sorcerers, orcish hordes and the dwarven menace. When'll it end? When'll men stand together again?"

 

A pair of Acolytes curiously peer into Daniel's quarters at the Holy Father as he mumbles to himself. He sighs as he notices them from the corner of his eyes and kneels forward, praying quietly.

[Huh 91]

Moved to the Great Library. It shall be sorted into appropriate category shortly.