The Left-Handed Path

[MRCHENN 3670]

The

L E F T - H A N D E D 

P A T H

A draconic Inquisitor standing before TOR’AZDROTH

 

Written by Qahnaarin, in memory to Helinathe and the Inquisitor-Eternal.

 

 

“Our Father is the King of Kings. If you were not to acknowledge clemency, He would see submission.”

 

“But we know the words of Mercy. We are privy to Grace where our Father would accept no challenge - no quarter. We will not strike at your hand, but offer now to teach.”

 

“War is an argument, for we are not beings of hate. We will mend you, for who will save this world?”

 

We see the crumbling of Man, the machination of greed, and the creatures of disgust that roam our land. And what of the next? Our lands decay from corruption around us, and the tumbling of False-Gods from their place to rid descendants of their own autonomy, self, and liberty. In a world where this occurs, how can we experience joy? The submergence of the earth. In a world in which such things occur, how can one experience only joy?

 

We define this world as the ebb and flow of interactions. If the right-handed path, then, is to watch as a flame burns, the left-handed path is to revel in the joyous wake of its trail. The difference then, is paramount to creation. As the student of Eresar famously noted, us sons and daughters of the Mountain are created as variations of a composition, a flame in unison, but temperance akin to none other. If discerning Asioth in Creation is to nullify both “the same”, and “separate”, it is to embody a path that is carved by us, not for us. If the Mountain of Erresioth is worldly ambition, then we can only define this left-handed path as ambition personifying the world by who we are, instead of to be defined by it. 

 

Then, one would ask, what is the fruit of the left-handed path. What is it’s realization? It is simple, and we only need to point towards Asioth in Creation - self actualization and liberation. This, liberty, is what my father had taught, without require of duty nor veneration.

 

Should one wish to live hundreds of years on this earth, he should live by action. While thus, you live, there is no way other than this by which purpose will not cling to you. Those who partake in the nature of placing the greed of otherworldly influence and Aenguls to trump their own Self, are enveloped in blind darkness, and that is where they reside who ignore that Self. For liberation, know your soul, which is motionless, yet faster than mind, it is distant, it is near, it is within all, it is without all this. It is all pervading. And he who beholds all beings in the Self, and the Self in all beings, he never turns away from it. Then, what of realizing the self? It is simple, for pursuing liberty in unrestricted freedom; defining the world as our own identity comes within it - hand by hand. The seeker of the Self, and the emancipator of liberty are the same: they are united by the manifestation of the Self through flame. They are manifested through action.

 

My sister Helinathe once told me that to beholden wings of fire was to realize liberty and soar like no other. For if we are remnants of divinity, then none other would prohibit us to do as we were born. This is ambition, this is the Mountain, this is AZDROMOTH. Between the blade or word, destruction or order -- there is no difference, if its ambition is for liberty.

[Jentos 6977]

A flurry of black chargers raced across desolate hills, the banner of dread Tor'Azdroth, Tower of Tears, was raised high by the Ash-Bearers of their king. Raucous howls echoed from the horsemen, as they rushed for the hills, and the basking druids beyond. 

[Benjikhei 696]

An exile of the sands and seas recognises the work, a sole orb drifting across the contents with tentative acknowledgment. Surely finding this preaching tiresome and foolhardy, though recognising the merits so easily discerned through the content. 

 

"They chatter. They claim. And bold a claim it is. But truth is not so easy, no... their power undoubted, yet their means are questioned."

"THEY SPEAK OF LIBERTY, NOW. IN OUR TIME."
It was then he hushed the inane and incessant drawl within that lonesome and ruinous keep he huddled in, discarding his sobriquet and moving onwards, ever further in understanding of those who he had witnessed, and who he harboured great resentment for..