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The Plague That Is Individuality


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The Plague That Is Individuality

Written by Kathivmor

In honor of Beowulf the Betrayed and the An-Gho

 

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An depiction of dragons flying overlook by knights standing on a cliffside in the ancient days, 1904.

 


"The world is stirring, Ainsley... Can you feel it?"

- Beowulf the Betrayed


[An excerpt of 'The Plague That Is Individuality']

[...] When an ancient one, whose name was Serinath in times of yore, was asked this very question of individuality, his response was simple. "Individuality is the death of love". While very metaphorical in its wording, the ancient one is blunt about its meaning. The love of oneself defeats the love of others. You focus on yourself; consuming delicacies and soaring on the wind to find pleasure.

But pleasure is not the end state of Man. Nor is it the wish of God through the Holy Titan that we commit our lives to this. It was the wish of the Deceiver who granted us thoughts that were not intended to be there.

In the early days of creation, men formed brotherhood in order to aspire beyond their individuality and love for themselves. And with that, great feats were accomplished and tasks overcome by mere togetherness in this fight. When you read of the saints—of St. Owyn and before, do you read them glorifying themselves? No, you see them raise others up by building a nation that functions and prospers. The cursed Harren attempted to derail St. Owyn's journey and force him to face the 'fate' of the Deceiver's will. But St. Owyn knew the path and burned the evils of Adun with the help of Azdromoth. A fire raging into the night; a reminder to leave this self-pursuing path.

Gone are those glorious days where we lived free in the collective. Now are the days ridden by both the greed of dwarfs placing themselves onto Man and the self-love of elves placing themselves onto Man. While the other descendants may have learned the truth, Man fell into our sins. But with this knowledge, there is no pain or anger that should be felt. For out of the darkness, the Firstborn decided to enlighten us and offer us one more chance at the path of redemption. For while the Lord had gifted those who worshiped him a heaven to those who die, why not pursue a heaven for those who live? 

This may only be achieved when we look past our wants and passions, to form a collective that advocates for true justice. Gone should be the days of deceit and vanity. The days of the collective and brotherhood should be ushered into existence by us. Drop your false wants and join in togetherness to tackle the spiritual shackles chained to us by the Deceiver. Much like the beginning of this world, any challenge thrown at us may be overcome if we are one. Like a body, we are the arms that should live and breathe for this purpose, while the head, Azdromoth, guides us to this end.

When the world stirs beneath the wings of the Holy Titan, recall that every whip of his wing is nothing more than a reminder of this pure state we used to be in. A reminder of our origin and what we should strive to be once more.


Beowulf the Betrayed, pray for us.


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The Great Owl reads the missive, and then eats it promptly. 

 

This is because he devours knowledge.

 

 

 

 

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A swordsman that was only significant before reads the missive.

 

He enjoys such, and smiles the sun's smile. 

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Beowulf the Betrayer reads the notice, and so he would ponder.

"Oddly coherent, for something penned by an elf."

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A Camian has a schizophrenic meltdown after seeing the name 'Beowulf' on a piece of paper.

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Anna of Alstion, from her born place amidst the monotonous heartlands, studies over the text for the fourth time that wintry evening. And while perhaps she was not quite there yet, a yearning for meaning and an uncertainty on life assured that soon enough she very well could be.

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