Nh'bdy
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 Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 1:00 pm Post subject: "I have a mistress.." |
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Those were the words Seth Freeman allowed the rising sun of the morn. Streaks of light beat back the shadows into their temporary bastions, where they would remain until the shifting of the star that was just now cresting the blue horizon. They, the bastions, were created by the occasional intact wall portion or particularly large pile of rubble, one would recognize the setting as Magincia.
This morning Seth had chosen the persona that had most often ventured into the world, Nh'bdy, and for once his quest was that of the strange concept of compassion, he had been there, seen them approaching from the north. Red, the colour of the life sustaining force, he had ducked into a crevasse in the mountains and made his way back to Trammel, but the news he had picked up was grim, and fatal to a soul that by all accounts, could have been anything. In the hands of the Anarchist, a large bundle of roses lay, tied with a black bow.
Hazel eyes ran slowly over the establishment on the sea of Magincia, having taken refuge from prying eyes he could barely make out the statues, he bowed his head and cleared his throat preparing for his monologue that would surely stain the roses with true intentions.
| Quote: | We, as anarchists are bound by certain logics, one of those being the ownership of two distinct, but equally important, abilities. We are granted in our left hands, the terrible might of righteous destruction. The right is blessed with the awesome ability to create, but in our hearts we must contain always the songs, the art, the acting..the drama. Those street urchins claiming to be agents of chaos and of Blackthorn are no more than simple thugs, true Anarchy is poetic and intangible until at the last moment it chooses to shed it's facade and cast the audience into turmoil, so they may establish the truest order in the lands.
*long pause, the next words are spoke with near romantic affection*
I have a mistress, she has taught me much, so very much, her name is Anarchy, and she is not without compassion for the souls of the departed. So, with what little I can give in this world, I give to you House Isk, a time of morning and of peace, in which you shall not be bothered by the agents of Chaos, but when your Lion's roar has returned, I shall return. This is not an insult, it is not a sermon, it is a gift, may Madame Joanna find peace, one must have personal peace to last the political chaos. Adieu, may the ruined isle rest for a time. |
Depositing the bundle into the hands of the marble Isk, the previous speech would be found in a small book near the deposition of botany, however it appears to be construction, painstakingly, out of exerts from other various works. Not signed, there can be no doubt as to whom left it.
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