The Equation of Four

[Mescaffier 6197]

 

 

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Find a Descendant from each tribe, and you will ask unto them; what do they think they deserve of the world?

 

“The Kin of Urguan said that Yemekar has given them the world. The mountains! The gold! They only needed to look, and dig, and they would have it.

The Kin of Krugmar said the spirits gave them themselves as a gift, to help and serve them. They serve, and so they are satisfied.

The Kin of Malin said to work and survive every day is a gift, being able to work for what they wish; the struggle is the gift itself.
The Kin of Horen said that they are the world itself. Their empire rules it, thus all gifts of the world are theirs.”

 

But if the World was given to them, is it all theirs to exhaust? He believes he sees all the world clearly, for it is only as far as a pickaxe’s swing. Just as close does shadow creep behind.

The Orc does not inherit the entire world, but himself. But if he was given being to serve, is he ever permitted the freedom to refuse?

United by kin and displaced by struggle, the elf finds it a gift to live each day, but a curse to remember every slight for a thousand years.

And men, who owned the world itself, claimed its every gift – but their story was not one written with one author, but four, and so they knew not the whole tome.

 

The dwarf sees the material – the orc sees the spiritual. The elf is the world’s shaping, and the man is what is made manifest.

 

“So they are one?”

“So we are one.”

“So all is one.”

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Within the libraries of Tor’Uldar, a new notice could be found, written in Draconic.

“MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS 

༺ Another now walks our path, Kanba. You have become familiar with him, and he has become familiar with us. He still has much to learn, but he has taken his oath and earned my trust. 

 

༺ Any that are in need of teaching are welcome to come to me. I have found it a meaningful venture; simply send word.

 

Wings Shroud, Truth Burns.

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Thurifer, The Penitent Ordained,

Winged Herald of Alemdrom

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The man kneeled ‘for the pyre, hands clasped and coated in ash- He stood then and his jaw wagged- 

Searing runes of an attunement pained

“Truth Burns” 

he admitted