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mortal interpretation of Truth
Written by: Archaeon, Champion of Light
Date: Thursday, March 4th, 2021
Addressed to: Everyone
Sapience,
Do not believe the words of these pretenders. The 'truth' they, and their Divine, purport to uphold is a facade, smoke in mirrors, paltry words. To take a Darkwalker's word as truth is inviting folly. Willingly allowing yourself to be enchanted by the Dark Father's twisted, contorted view of Creation. To uphold a Sartai's 'truths' is to crush ones self under the heel of those who claim to be more powerful than you. Neither of these paths lead to Truth. Rather, they are twisting, winding roads that result in utter doom.
Darkness has a particular way with words, but make no mistake. Their only will is for all to serve Twilight, in His plan. This talk of agency and willpower is merely hot air, bellowed out of the mouths of puppets. Pierce through the Darkness with the Light, and become Pure in intention and word. Farrah, Eryl, and Mezghar, you have allowed yourselves to become twisted beyond belief. We once stood as brothers and sisters, fighting for what was Righteous and holy. Now we stand against each other, yet I long for the day where I see you return not as a guest but as one of Their faithful once more. I pray for this, for all those who have left during these most difficult times, that the Truth will once again nudge your hearts towards the east, where we may strive to once more safeguard that which we all hold so dear.
Tyrannus, you speak as if you are some authority on strength. Yet I find you lacking in it. You are only able to now posture from a position of strength because some of those from the city you lead managed to triumph in the games. This was not your achievement, and it was not Mhaldor's achievement. Rather, your chosen Champion was defeated by one who received little help and still managed to reign supreme. The cards were stacked against Crixos, yet him and his cowardly compatriot managed to overcome all cities, yours included. I would think this would highlight the weakness of Mhaldor more than its strength, but you may choose to believe whatever delusions you wish. You take credit for other's work and build yourself off the backs of others. I look forward to the day where the corrupt institution of Evil crumbles, as those you have all stepped on rise up in righteous fury to cast off their shackles. And when those whose consciousness you have so stifled begin to let the gentle nudging of the Light and Fire back into their hearts, their eyes will turn towards the east, and gaze upon the glory of the Bloodsworn.
All will look upon the Bloodsworn with elation or fear, in the end. I pray that your eyes drink in the Light, and rejoice in the warmth of the Fire. Else, may your eyes be seared by Her Radiance, and your flesh be cauterized by His Glory. To those who yet remain neutral, there is still time. Cast off your doubts, and embrace Good. For the forces against us are many. But with the Bloodsworn behind us, none can stand before us.
In Their Glory, forever
-Archaeon
Penned by my hand on the 10th of Daedalan, in the year 853 AF.
mortal interpretation of Truth
Written by: Archaeon, Champion of Light
Date: Thursday, March 4th, 2021
Addressed to: Everyone
Sapience,
Do not believe the words of these pretenders. The 'truth' they, and their Divine, purport to uphold is a facade, smoke in mirrors, paltry words. To take a Darkwalker's word as truth is inviting folly. Willingly allowing yourself to be enchanted by the Dark Father's twisted, contorted view of Creation. To uphold a Sartai's 'truths' is to crush ones self under the heel of those who claim to be more powerful than you. Neither of these paths lead to Truth. Rather, they are twisting, winding roads that result in utter doom.
Darkness has a particular way with words, but make no mistake. Their only will is for all to serve Twilight, in His plan. This talk of agency and willpower is merely hot air, bellowed out of the mouths of puppets. Pierce through the Darkness with the Light, and become Pure in intention and word. Farrah, Eryl, and Mezghar, you have allowed yourselves to become twisted beyond belief. We once stood as brothers and sisters, fighting for what was Righteous and holy. Now we stand against each other, yet I long for the day where I see you return not as a guest but as one of Their faithful once more. I pray for this, for all those who have left during these most difficult times, that the Truth will once again nudge your hearts towards the east, where we may strive to once more safeguard that which we all hold so dear.
Tyrannus, you speak as if you are some authority on strength. Yet I find you lacking in it. You are only able to now posture from a position of strength because some of those from the city you lead managed to triumph in the games. This was not your achievement, and it was not Mhaldor's achievement. Rather, your chosen Champion was defeated by one who received little help and still managed to reign supreme. The cards were stacked against Crixos, yet him and his cowardly compatriot managed to overcome all cities, yours included. I would think this would highlight the weakness of Mhaldor more than its strength, but you may choose to believe whatever delusions you wish. You take credit for other's work and build yourself off the backs of others. I look forward to the day where the corrupt institution of Evil crumbles, as those you have all stepped on rise up in righteous fury to cast off their shackles. And when those whose consciousness you have so stifled begin to let the gentle nudging of the Light and Fire back into their hearts, their eyes will turn towards the east, and gaze upon the glory of the Bloodsworn.
All will look upon the Bloodsworn with elation or fear, in the end. I pray that your eyes drink in the Light, and rejoice in the warmth of the Fire. Else, may your eyes be seared by Her Radiance, and your flesh be cauterized by His Glory. To those who yet remain neutral, there is still time. Cast off your doubts, and embrace Good. For the forces against us are many. But with the Bloodsworn behind us, none can stand before us.
In Their Glory, forever
-Archaeon
Penned by my hand on the 10th of Daedalan, in the year 853 AF.