Aesopian 1639 Share Posted August 21, 2016 ~| The Filthy Tongue |~ The scattering of a people from their homeland is called a diaspora. It is our way of life, and it is our affliction. We travel from continent to continent. We build new cities, and pray that this time we will have stable, happy lives. Then, we dash our own hopes against the rocks. We bring with us the very plague that will, in the end, cast us out. We corrupt lands so thoroughly that they are no longer fit to see us embrace nature, let alone return to it. By Cerridwen's mercy, we are released onto the flow to come across a new home, thereupon we might find our way. We like to ignore the truth that we will one day run out of lands to journey to, and run out of mercy. It does not occur to us that we could fail the grand task put upon us by our creator. I will speak only briefly about your task prior to the last -- you may think me foolish for asking you to plant the seeds of our dominion in the cities of a dying land, but know this: the city may be a powerful foe, but we can turn this power against it, and against all the taint in the world, if we are patient. I will speak to you more on this in my next missive. For now, there are other things to discuss. Many of you have come to me, and asked me who I am. Though your curiosity is welcome, you should know that I am only a tool which exists to show others the path to the Good life. I am no high druid, I am not pure. I am ultimately a pragmatist. Nature is without symbolism and is bare for all to see. I use language and deceit. I admire those who give up all the abstract concepts of the mind and become as our creator willed us to be, but I cannot take this path. I am not the example you should look to. I am just a guide along the path. Those, at the end of it, are the ones you should aspire to be. My work does not demand the growth of my self, it demands that I aid others to grow. I can never detach myself, because my sole duty is to the World. I must sacrifice my own spiritual needs, and do whatever I can to restore the balance. For now, I will not place another task in your hands. I give you freedom to choose to do as you wish. This land is nubile and filled with life. Explore it. Enjoy it. Rather than reflect on our past, embrace the world that could be our paradise. These isles are pure. Come to love them. That love in your heart will raise you to action when this place is threatened. Show that you are dedicated to the cause of restoring balance to this world. I ask this of you. ~ March Ash You find a message on a sheaf of bark, scrawled in animal blood. Previous Issue Dreamer Next Issue Join the author. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Cave_Creature 467 Share Posted August 21, 2016 Faeinn awakens from another dream. She blinks, seeing the sheaf on her chest that she'd read the night before. The woman clutches the Prophet's words to her breast. She kisses the dried blood that he used. She feels the life that he ground into the text. Her mind doesn't bother itself with the sentences. She forgets them all soon after. But the creature below her thoughts held the latest teaching close. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
Wendigo 786 Share Posted January 30, 2017 Moved to the Archive. If you feel this is a mistake, please contact myself or any FM and we'll restore it. Link to post Share on other sites More sharing options...
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