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[Rufus Oryan]

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Rufus Walked from his bed chamber and stood on the Balcony of his home. The medium sized sandstone building stood nestled among the jungle vines of Southern Trinsic. As he wrapped his golden robe around him, he slowly layed a area of cloth beneath his feet and fell to his knees slowly. For a moment, the idea of his past coma rushed into his mind. But Rufus disregarded his thought, and closed his eyes.

"I've found my way along the paths of those whom I've worked to see enlightened. Forgive me for straying from that path. In the obstacles that have presented themselves, I have become sidetracked with only the ideals of wordly things. Understanding is my principles...and simply existance."

Rufus sat quiet for a moment, listening to the sounds of the jungle, he took in a deep breath and spoke aloud,

"To forget who I am or those anskitan principles of Enlightenment has hindered my progress in the growth and stabilization of the Regency. I do not worry for its existance in terms of it lacking or failing. Knowing and holding to my ideals is no doubt what may have had me elected into my position...and I will reassert myself to the dedication of my religious principles intertwined with an understanding of Virtue and the truth in Reality. Mother Ssithnos, I pray that you and all gods worshipped in these lands will lay your hands upon the Regency and our endeavor to prosper, and I have faith that should I remain on my path of Balance, you will endow me with the abilities needed to lead us into a grand momentum once again..."

A cool breeze blew by Rufus's face. It hugged his chin for a moment, as if caressing it. Then it paused, and grew fierce for a moment, and then...nothing again. A sigh of the coming of a moment of clarity, followed by imbalance.

As Rufus bowed his head to the ground and kneeled almost upright, he looked to the heavens and stood slowly. He gathered his cloth and re-entered his bedchamber. He muttered a few magic words and found himself in a small room in the house. Rufus sat behind the desk in the center of the room, and placed quill in hand and began to write. He would grace the realm with his missives again...

"To those that Follow...."
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"Balance - the harmony between the Principles of Order and Chaos...Harmony, Dedication and Rationality, the three Principles of Balance, are our highest ideals."