[IC Post] [Open For Roleplay] Through The Glass
May 26, 2015 14:20:36 GMT -5
StabbingNirvana, DM Grizwald, and 6 more like this
Post by Looking Glass on May 26, 2015 14:20:36 GMT -5
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Throughout the streets of Suzail, the Taverns of Valkur's Roar, or perhaps even the stages of the Phoenix Theatre in Arabel; By word of mouth on the beaten paths of Greatgaunt, the shaded woods of the King's Forest, or the student filled halls of the schools in Marsember; Rumors have begun to make presence in the mouths and eyes of the civil folk of Cormyr. Some report only things they have heard by word of mouth, while others can often produce a simple poster they have found in some unremarkable wandering through civil streets. Never wrought with notably outstanding design, outside of the same opening passage upon the pages upper surface, these pages have seemed to gather the attention and interest of a fair few, and their contents have begun to open discussion among the many.
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Through fallen nights does a figure wander.
Mind and matter both a ponder.
Of people come and people go.
They make their business all to know.
Dark little secrets and hidden pasts,
Will all be seen through Looking Glass.
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Throughout the streets of Suzail, the Taverns of Valkur's Roar, or perhaps even the stages of the Phoenix Theatre in Arabel; By word of mouth on the beaten paths of Greatgaunt, the shaded woods of the King's Forest, or the student filled halls of the schools in Marsember; Rumors have begun to make presence in the mouths and eyes of the civil folk of Cormyr. Some report only things they have heard by word of mouth, while others can often produce a simple poster they have found in some unremarkable wandering through civil streets. Never wrought with notably outstanding design, outside of the same opening passage upon the pages upper surface, these pages have seemed to gather the attention and interest of a fair few, and their contents have begun to open discussion among the many.
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Through fallen nights does a figure wander.
Mind and matter both a ponder.
Of people come and people go.
They make their business all to know.
Dark little secrets and hidden pasts,
Will all be seen through Looking Glass.
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Holance Tanars
Paladin of the Triadic Order of the Divine Ressurection
Presumed Beloved of Kalia, Priestess of Lurue
Paladin of the Triadic Order of the Divine Ressurection
Presumed Beloved of Kalia, Priestess of Lurue
Who?
Whom?
Who are you really? A man of "honor" and of "noble" intentions.
What do these words mean to you, man in white?
Because certainly
they do not mean the same thing
to us.
Your order, your stalwart defending, your endless battle with the hand of Bane and the footmen at his guidance are what we all recognize you for. Your passionate defense of Cormyr during the war with Sembia, of -our- own homeland. Ours, not yours. You don't even belong here, but you came to our aide without falter. A selfish act, really. You did not do it because you care; At least, that is not what anybody here thinks. Let's all look so real upon this fabled "Man of Honor" that stands before us each and every day in his celestial whites and stop acting like he is doing anything other than trying to benefit himself. He is nothing short of a man of greedy intention, pulling these "heroic" acts for the sake of drawing us into the following of his "faith". Whom are we to even begin to believe he is as he says he is? I don't believe it so outright, no.
I hear tales.
I see actions. Of these "Adventurers".
Adventurers like his woman, that Kalia. He is a supposed man of stalwart and unwavering good, and yet he stands aside a woman that acts in her own accordance, without care for the lives that stand in her way.
A woman that has ruined as many lives as she has taken.
"For the Greater Good."
Castaways in her wake. The dead, the departed, the forgotten, all left without second thought in the wake of her step. Do others as I remember Ivae, Dawnbringer of Lathander?
"I fight for Justice."
"I fight for a cause greater than myself."
"I am the upholder of light. The vanquisher of darkness."
"I purge the world of evil."
PERHAPS...
You should look closer to home.
Whom?
Who are you really? A man of "honor" and of "noble" intentions.
What do these words mean to you, man in white?
Because certainly
they do not mean the same thing
to us.
Your order, your stalwart defending, your endless battle with the hand of Bane and the footmen at his guidance are what we all recognize you for. Your passionate defense of Cormyr during the war with Sembia, of -our- own homeland. Ours, not yours. You don't even belong here, but you came to our aide without falter. A selfish act, really. You did not do it because you care; At least, that is not what anybody here thinks. Let's all look so real upon this fabled "Man of Honor" that stands before us each and every day in his celestial whites and stop acting like he is doing anything other than trying to benefit himself. He is nothing short of a man of greedy intention, pulling these "heroic" acts for the sake of drawing us into the following of his "faith". Whom are we to even begin to believe he is as he says he is? I don't believe it so outright, no.
I hear tales.
I see actions. Of these "Adventurers".
Adventurers like his woman, that Kalia. He is a supposed man of stalwart and unwavering good, and yet he stands aside a woman that acts in her own accordance, without care for the lives that stand in her way.
A woman that has ruined as many lives as she has taken.
"For the Greater Good."
Castaways in her wake. The dead, the departed, the forgotten, all left without second thought in the wake of her step. Do others as I remember Ivae, Dawnbringer of Lathander?
"I fight for Justice."
"I fight for a cause greater than myself."
"I am the upholder of light. The vanquisher of darkness."
"I purge the world of evil."
PERHAPS...
You should look closer to home.
Allyson Black
Castaway of Bane
Mageling Slave of the Vaunted, Cult of Velsharoon
Castaway of Bane
Mageling Slave of the Vaunted, Cult of Velsharoon
Who?
Whom?
Who are you really? Are you a slave, or perhaps a slaver?
Are you the power, or the source?
Are you your own?
You were once a lady of Bane. You were once someone worth of respect.
Respect is perhaps loose.
You were once human.
Once.
All that faded away now though, didn't it? All of that was left behind when you took up your reigns with Phelzaron? With Velsharoon? When you became an animator? Perhaps it was sooner?
When you turned on them. They didn't appreciate that. Or was it when you committed that vile act? You'd think the others had forgotten though, didn't you? You figured it was all just...left in the past?
Nothing.
Nothing is ever in the past.
What is it you stand for now, Allyson? Knowledge? Power? I guess the latter was always your goal. Because you're weak. You're pathetic. You surround yourself with others that make you feel stronger, but...
You were always the runt of the litter, weren't you? Nobody looked up to you, or thought highly of you.
Nothing.
That's what you were.
That's what she still is.
You see, Allyson was -once- a leader. Her and Holance...they are not so different, truly. They both stand for something. They both have this little facade of "honor" or "good will" that they favor to place upon themselves. But it is little more than just that. Allyson is no better than Holance, no better than Kalia. She destroys, with little concern for those in her path. It is tyrannical. You won't become a corpse in her path, you'll become a cadaver in her army. A new slave. All so someone might tell her "I respect you."
What of you all? Do you respect her? Out of fear, or genuine interest? Or pity?
Perhaps if you knew. Her secret. Why don't you ask? I'm sure she is just...
Dying
To tell.
"Life and Death are the twin faces of eternal existence. To surrender to either is to resign onesself to obscurity."
Allyson...who?
Whom?
Who are you really? Are you a slave, or perhaps a slaver?
Are you the power, or the source?
Are you your own?
You were once a lady of Bane. You were once someone worth of respect.
Respect is perhaps loose.
You were once human.
Once.
All that faded away now though, didn't it? All of that was left behind when you took up your reigns with Phelzaron? With Velsharoon? When you became an animator? Perhaps it was sooner?
When you turned on them. They didn't appreciate that. Or was it when you committed that vile act? You'd think the others had forgotten though, didn't you? You figured it was all just...left in the past?
Nothing.
Nothing is ever in the past.
What is it you stand for now, Allyson? Knowledge? Power? I guess the latter was always your goal. Because you're weak. You're pathetic. You surround yourself with others that make you feel stronger, but...
You were always the runt of the litter, weren't you? Nobody looked up to you, or thought highly of you.
Nothing.
That's what you were.
That's what she still is.
You see, Allyson was -once- a leader. Her and Holance...they are not so different, truly. They both stand for something. They both have this little facade of "honor" or "good will" that they favor to place upon themselves. But it is little more than just that. Allyson is no better than Holance, no better than Kalia. She destroys, with little concern for those in her path. It is tyrannical. You won't become a corpse in her path, you'll become a cadaver in her army. A new slave. All so someone might tell her "I respect you."
What of you all? Do you respect her? Out of fear, or genuine interest? Or pity?
Perhaps if you knew. Her secret. Why don't you ask? I'm sure she is just...
Dying
To tell.
"Life and Death are the twin faces of eternal existence. To surrender to either is to resign onesself to obscurity."
Allyson...who?
