To be cursed

[mmat 7460]

In whatever ever-present publication shows such things, musings from a middle-aged knight can be seen. In this writing, emotion might be perceived, a feeling of furious disbelief which was not there before.

 

 

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As if to spite my sanity and to prove me correct beyond almost any doubt, pieces of a mysterious map have appeared apparently out of nowhere. A sordid game concocted by our eternal tormentors indeed. No doubt this is to the amusement of some ethereal puppeteer, but no longer to me. What a joke this is. Writing now I can barely contain an anger that now eats away at me. How is this fair, how is this a life for the races of this world?! Looking over my shoulder now I see coming through the fog, the silhouette of our world’s destruction. What form this new cataclysm takes when it emerges from the mist, be it a flood, a giant dragon or an army of damn screaming pigs, it matters not. It will do the same thing all the others have with a dull drumlike monotony.

 

What happens if we follow our path along its trodden course and exodus to this new realm of fresh fields and ripe lands? Well, merely look to the past and you will see our future as if the past were a mirror to it. Nothing new will happen, ever. There will be a ‘golden age’ as we arrive on this unknown new expanse as the descendant races see hope for the future, spurred to activity by the building of new cities and exploration of fertile lands. As Axios was settled the glorious city of Johannesburg rose from the Earth and the human empire boomed. But as with Johannesburg, our new age of plenty will not last. It will be hamstrung by a war, a disaster, a darkness from the edges of the world, whatever it may be it matters not. Then a time of decay will occur once again, slow and arduous. And after that decay will come once again the spectre of annihilation to claim the land that optimism told us “Not this time, this land is YOURS”. What folly… We will run forever in chains. Had my family lived, this enslaved existence is not one I would have sought for them, nor is it one I seek for my kin and country. We deserve freedom from these seemingly divine strings which pull us along.

 

Is there a chance to break these wretched shackles? I do not know. Maybe if we perish, those worthy will ascend, and those found wanting will disperse into the void. But for as long as there are descendants living, the chase will continue. An infinite sea of lands waiting for their turn to be settled and destroyed by us, the heralds of oblivion. Even the phenomenally powerful curiosities, the Aenguls and Daemons we encounter on these myriad travels seem bound to this cycle. So I ask, where is the future? If such beings are locked to the same temporal tide as we, I see no path to mortal liberty.

 

Perhaps the sole chance we have of defying this horrifying sequence is to turn about face together as the cursed descendant races, and embrace the annihilation that seeks to consume us for whatever purpose that might be. Though perhaps even this is beyond our reach. My discovery of a segment of this map granted me hope, hope that I could stall its completion for long enough to block the way. But alas, it did not gift me the fragment to burn and destroy, so that we might never reach our new home. What happened to it was not in my power. The map shall be completed and we must make our choice.

 

~ Draken Lancefeld

 

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Honestly can’t tell if this little character arc that I’m doing is a little too meta or not

[argonian 14254]

"Brutal blackpill." says Reinald, one of Draken's colleagues in the shrouded organisation known only to most as '/pol/'.

[InfamousGerman 1553]

calm down nostradamus

[Chorale__ 2147]

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

 

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