Post by Sioladuil on Jun 24, 2020 15:06:50 GMT -5
It was a quiet evening. The birds where chirping softly to harmonise with the crackling embers of a low fire. The smell of roast pork floated on the breeze as the roast carcass of a boar turned slowly on a spit - it's fat dripping downwards making the fire crackle angrily.
A large Half-Orc in soft leathers, wrapped in a red cloak and hood was sat on a large boulder. She flicked her gaze between a book in her hands and the horizon. She would occasionally look to the book as she made a few more notes and she would occasionally look over to the sleeping form of Shautha with a slight frown.
She looked down to the book again and pressed charcoal to paper.
I find it odd... people always want the help of people like Shautha and I - until it starts to damage public image. We are useful until we are no longer politically viable. They all forget the one simple truth about us War-Clergy... We war. We all fall somewhere on the war spectrum - it is the foundation of our faith.
Deborah, strangely, has been the only one beyond Shautha that seems to understand it. That inner need. The hunger. The conflict... the endless cacophony. Blade to blade, the screams, chants and shouts. You're never more alive than when you are out on the field. Most of them want you to turn it off, disconnect it - they want to house train you and domesticate... but it is not that simple.
Shautha came up a similar way to me... just trauma wrapped in pain and torment. She found her freedom in slaughter, after years of ritualistic abuse and "forced ownership". People hate her for it - but they do not see these times. The shuffling, sleepless nights, and the nightmares. I know where she is, how she feels - I feel it to. It is only a dream, but it is real to me. Vivid. Memories burned to my nerves - it is fight or die, you can't turn that off.
Even now, years later, when we are both strong. Powerful. We honour the strength of our ancestors with our accomplishments - strange levels of paranoia prevent us from both being able to sleep at the same time. One watches, one sleeps. The only bed partners we have are our weaponry.
I wonder if that will ever change? I don't think it will - I will die in combat and I think Shautha will as well.
The question is... when?
Warlord simo2003
A large Half-Orc in soft leathers, wrapped in a red cloak and hood was sat on a large boulder. She flicked her gaze between a book in her hands and the horizon. She would occasionally look to the book as she made a few more notes and she would occasionally look over to the sleeping form of Shautha with a slight frown.
She looked down to the book again and pressed charcoal to paper.
I find it odd... people always want the help of people like Shautha and I - until it starts to damage public image. We are useful until we are no longer politically viable. They all forget the one simple truth about us War-Clergy... We war. We all fall somewhere on the war spectrum - it is the foundation of our faith.
Deborah, strangely, has been the only one beyond Shautha that seems to understand it. That inner need. The hunger. The conflict... the endless cacophony. Blade to blade, the screams, chants and shouts. You're never more alive than when you are out on the field. Most of them want you to turn it off, disconnect it - they want to house train you and domesticate... but it is not that simple.
Shautha came up a similar way to me... just trauma wrapped in pain and torment. She found her freedom in slaughter, after years of ritualistic abuse and "forced ownership". People hate her for it - but they do not see these times. The shuffling, sleepless nights, and the nightmares. I know where she is, how she feels - I feel it to. It is only a dream, but it is real to me. Vivid. Memories burned to my nerves - it is fight or die, you can't turn that off.
Even now, years later, when we are both strong. Powerful. We honour the strength of our ancestors with our accomplishments - strange levels of paranoia prevent us from both being able to sleep at the same time. One watches, one sleeps. The only bed partners we have are our weaponry.
I wonder if that will ever change? I don't think it will - I will die in combat and I think Shautha will as well.
The question is... when?
Warlord simo2003
