In the Ashes of a Field

[Aesopian 1640]

~| The Filthy Tongue |~

 

    

 

There is no better way to raze a town than to burn it.

 

Fire is the great equalizer. I love a dry summer storm. Thatched roofs ignite so readily under lightning strikes, like they've been waiting for the flame. We call to the winds, and the winds call back, blowing the inferno before them across the town. Forest predators pad through the streets on quick paws. Farther back in the smoke, you can see our naked, blood-painted kin moving from house to house, methodically destroying written works.

 

The justice of GOD is not the justice of Men.

 

In a just world as it is most commonly considered, good things would not befall evil beings, and bad things would not befall good beings. However, in our world as we see it, we must recognize that good things befall evil beings, and bad things befall good beings. The world we exist in may appear to be unjust. We need to invoke the existence of an afterlife, where these injustices would be counterbalanced -- thus, making the universe, taken as a whole, just.

 

But we know of the existence of many afterlives. The orcs travel to the spirit realms, some void mages go on to live forever in the void; these are real, we know they exist. And yet, comparatively 'good' or 'evil' beings who go to these realms may not have their good or evil actions counterbalanced.

 

If we are to still assume GOD is just, then the only possible case is that the way GOD evaluates a person's 'goodness', or 'evilness', or the way He determines what things might befall a person, are not in accordance with our traditional understanding of justice and the Good. This traditional understanding must be flawed.

 

What is Good, then, in the eyes of GOD? We must look to creation, for our tradition is in contradiction. Consider that the average person experiences 'good' and 'bad' things in roughly equal proportion over their existence. They are not unduly pleasured or pained. They are perhaps content, perhaps not. We must conclude that if the world is just, it is this balance between our 'good' and our 'evil' which constitutes justice and Good in the eyes of GOD.

 

Over the ages, we have changed the world from the way GOD originally built it, and we have corrupted our sense of justice and the Good. We have distanced ourselves from GOD for the sake of hedonism. We must close that distance. We will walk towards GOD. It will take many years. But, together, it is possible.

 

The sparrows have told me stories of my kin -- of high elven girls before great gleaming cities, of little boys in the woods, of farmers who have burned their own fields, of skirmishes and victories in the place Men call Aethermoor. Some who have heard my call are overzealous, and some use magics. It saddens me that they are forced to use the tools of civilization, but I know that there will come a time soon that they will be able to cast down those arms, and the justice of GOD, and of all creation, will be restored.

~ March Ash

You find a message on a sheaf of bark, in the ashes of a field, scrawled in tree sap.

[ℤ∃ʁ∅ 823]

OMG ITS AETHERMOOR! There is no E! Reeeeeee! Good read..))

[Cave_Creature 467]

Faeinn was once again confronted with a scrap of tree bark. It had found itself at the doorstep of her home by some means that she had a couple of guesses at. Her tiny fingers curled around it and held it to the light, allowing her to make out the shapes of carefully-made letters against the crude bark. She had read it once and then over again, and spelled out many of the sentences quietly to herself. This time, the missive made some sense. Not entirely, of course - who is GOD? And yet the concepts came through, in simplistic ways. She touched her cool cheek, eyes of ember falling on the firepit as it crackled just by the porch staircase. She saw the cleansing in it; she saw what the mysterious author had meant. She clutched the sheaf to her chest as she ran inside, to add it to her collection inside of her pillow-case. One day, she promised herself again, it would all be clear. The teachings held within the obscure ideas would become important, she knew.

[Elad™ 560]

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