A Novitiate's thesis on Curses

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On Curses
‘And I am the Lord GOD without peer, and My power is the only power, and My eternity is the only eternity, and all the aeons of the Virtue shall sustain the righteous.’

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Written on the 20th of Sun's Smile, Year 83 of the Second Age

 

Long ago, for the price of pride and avarice, each of the Four Brothers was afflicted with vile curses so that the hand of Iblees forever remained in this realm, even far past his passing. They offer rage, greed, and pride but most importantly; it creates separation from all of us. Where once we were whole, a single race, with little differences – Iblees accursed us all with the most damning of vexes, and that is the vile, horrid bane of disparity. He had grasped onto the fruit of virtue, and in mockery, made many come close to the Lord GOD’s own creativity.

 

With the birth of the curses, each of us soon saw one another differently; where once we saw brothers, we now saw strangers – stout, long-eared, grotesque and mundane. We no longer felt like family, but rather visitors in an unknown land. Conflicts, disagreements, and worst of all; distrust came from those differences, the most vilest of horrors.

 

One cannot trust a stranger, for they’ll forever have the bane of doubt festering deep in their hearts, and without trust; the Descendants cannot join one another in their time of need, doomed to forever fall into conflict as pleas and requests fall on deaf ears, giving into the curse of the Betrayer, and his machinations.

 

As the Canticle of Humility has decreed long ago, we ‘shall be without pretense or conceit, for before the mountain, the ant and the aurochs are equally small.’ Far beyond the curses of the Daemon, we are all destined to be equal; without differences or stigma, as we are all creations of the Lord, and to give in to one’s curse is to find respite in what is profane, the damning pyre of Iblees. Do not think that this bane is eternal, as for all things, it is fleeting as The Lord GOD as stated; ‘though the spring flower withers and the fruit of the tree falls to the ground, My Word lasts into the eve of the world, and the fruit of virtue cannot rot.’ The curse of Iblees is soon to decay, though the blessed word of the Creator stands above all as does courage, kindness and the ability to offer mercy and penance.

 

This is seen upmost in the curse of the Uruk and the Dwarves, for their banes are so easy to give in to, as temptation exists in all things. The curse of bloodlust is exonerated by most, as they’ve come to accept it as a part of them, instead opting to delve into their bloodlust with honour. While this can be seen as righteous by some, it is nonetheless giving into the same, vile curse of the Betrayer. We ’must find that pain comes not from the wrath of the Lord, but as we reject Him.’ Should an Uruk act in rage, and the intent to cause violence, they offer themselves to the profane act of murder for it is to allow the curse to rule over one’s self, and to give in to the Betrayer is a sin most foul.

 

We are blessed with ‘creativity’ from the Lord GOD, and it allows us to act not on instinct, but on our minds instead. When cornered, a wolf bites and fights to its dying breath, yet when we are surrounded, we request to right our wrongs instead. As He grants us the ability to stand beyond our primitive minds, the Betrayer seeks to return us to the state of what we were beforehand; ruthless animals without an ounce of mercy and intelligence. 

 

It is in moments where we are defeated, low and at our lowest times, we are able to maintain our integrity and courage beyond the instinctual mindsets that we once were burdened with, and in the face of impossible challenges, legends are born. That power is not exclusive to a race, to a group or to a person in this realm. That power is something we all possess, for like all things; we are all creations of the Lord GOD.

 

Citations:

1: Scroll of Virtue, Canticle of Humility.

2: Scroll of Spirit, Epistle to the Orcs.

 

Written by

Avrelivs de Wees

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