An Answer to All

[Thomas 3014]

 

Penned from the davenport of the Empyrion falls a response to the warring sides of the Lord Chancellor and the Wayward Monks.

 

Power and Fear

Denizens of the Concord, follows of the Faith, Monks of the Wayward Order. It matters not what your creed, what your race, or your purpose may be in this life. There is always one thing that unites us all, one thing that strikes through each heart, punctuates every beat. A rock cannot help but dance to the rhythm of the song, just as a spark cannot exist without life. The trees give way to the wind, and flames burn as slaves to the fuel.

 

Anger. Fear. It is a paralyzing emotion. We fear Power. It is innate, it is natural, however to recognise one’s power will not diminish your own. My friend, your Lord Chancellor, stood steadfast in my place during the Trial of the Chosen, whereby one Magnus Caelum was presented to the Courts of the Concord for his use of Fear to incite discord amongst our beloved people. As the primary seat of Power in my absence, the Lord Chancellor exhibited restraint and collection following the proceedings, however even the greatest minds are welcome to mistakes.

 

Throughout my two-hundred years, I have found one thing to be true. One universal constant; People fear what they cannot comprehend. There is an age old proverb: Absolute power corrupts absolutely. 

 

With that said, there is more to this addage than people may believe. Yes, it is true that absolute power corrupts, as it has been shown before. Great men are almost always bad men, even when they exercise influence over authority; still more when you superadd the tendency of the certainty of corruption by authority. Domestic power is, almost always, accompanied by the corruption of morality. The belief that from power comes carnage is not a baseless one, but it is misguided. My beloved denizens, do you know the structure of our Government? Do you know our directive? 

 

The Concord is a Meritocracy, a home for brilliance and might. Through proof of dominion over an aspect of our Concord comes alleviated privileges to exercise that domain, and the merit starts at the top. Each member of our Consul exudes power. Each Regis of the Empyreal line exudes power. It is through this power that we are able to achieve the greatness that we do, that we are able to protect and shelter the Concord. A public man has no right to let his actions be determined by particular interests. He does the same as a judge who accepts a bribe. Like a judge he must consider what is right, not what is advantageous to a part or class.

 

The expulsion and targeting of the Wayward Monks, and the classification of the Hou-Zi culture as stringent and malificent is not an opinion I share, though the will of the people cannot make just that which is unjust.  I shall not overturn the decisions of Court, for the punishments dictated are solidified and reasonable. With that said, however, I wish it known that I, and the Concord, do not share the opinions of the Lord Chancellor in regards to the Wayward Monks, and his thoughtpiece is not backed by the Empyreal Seal.

 

I understand and accept the Wayward Monks, and the Hou-Zi into the Concord with open arms, and they are protected all the while they remain in our borders. The threat of Power is not one I fear, for it is Power that brought me to hold the seat of the Empyrion. We should not fear power, beloved citizens, we should embrace it. Do not fear what you do not understand, simply aspire for greatness and grow. If we were to expunge all those who bear the mark of Power, then I would no longer hold your crown, the Consul would no longer rest in their seats, and a good portion of our Concord would be required to leave. We are not a nation of cowards. We not a force who fears fear itself. We are a collection, a united front who stand side by side. We are Power.

 

The Concord will never bend to Fear, nor will it shy from the Power it can bestow.

 

Signed:
His Serenity, Ithrendas I of House Regis
Empyrion of the Concord,  Suzerain of the Principality of Llyria and Vira’ker, Protector of Omeryn and Velusul,

Shield of the Mali’ker, Keeper of the Scions, Member of the Irongrinder Clan, Guardian of the Primordial, Paragon of the Ohric Will
 

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