Achaean News
On What Brings Us Together
Written by: Taelle Starling
Date: Thursday, February 29th, 2024
Addressed to: Everyone
Ladies, Gentlemen, Faefolk,
Over the last several months, I have observed the articles posted here. I have read your words, struggled to understand your feelings, absorb your intent. I have imbibed your distaste, disdain, and disrespect, but so too have I drunk of your passion, protectiveness, and pride.
I cannot claim to understand you all fully. But I believe I can at least claim to understand some of you somewhat.
You are impassioned folk. You believe, strongly, perhaps even rightly, in your individual ways, that you are just and true. You come from places with legendary legacies and fantastical futures. You hold true to your gods--this is noble, honourable, loyal. You spit on the gods of others; this is less so, but who am I to decry the actions of others when I have befallen this misstep in the past? We all must act in accordance with our own senses of right and wrong.
It is this sense of right and wrong that brings me to the question I wish to ask you all: who among you fought against the forces of Pazuzu? Who among you pushed back against the brambles of corruption, when the World Tree itself was poisoned against the Prime Material Plane?
Why?
I posit the reason may be thus: this is OUR world. This is the world of Achaeans, and of Achaean gods. We do not suffer its fate to be written by the hand of outsiders, trespassers, usurpers. We do not sit idly by when invaders seek to tear out its flesh or its roots. We do not squabble amongst ourselves when another seeks to profit from our quarrels. No, we come together, and in those brief, glorious, unified moments, we are strong.
And then, we fracture once more, when the threats recede and we go back to arguing the fate of the world amongst ourselves. And this is natural. This is normal.
But let us not forget the glory. Let us not forget the moments where we stand shoulder to shoulder. And let us not forget that we share the cup of brotherhood when we fight together and lose, as much as when we fight together and win.
Three Serenades hence, join us in a moment of grieving, and healing, as we remember Sparrow's Rest.
In the words of the Lord Bard:
Do not forget to remember.
In Song,
Taelle Starling
Penned by my hand on the 7th of Ero, in the year 940 AF.
On What Brings Us Together
Written by: Taelle Starling
Date: Thursday, February 29th, 2024
Addressed to: Everyone
Ladies, Gentlemen, Faefolk,
Over the last several months, I have observed the articles posted here. I have read your words, struggled to understand your feelings, absorb your intent. I have imbibed your distaste, disdain, and disrespect, but so too have I drunk of your passion, protectiveness, and pride.
I cannot claim to understand you all fully. But I believe I can at least claim to understand some of you somewhat.
You are impassioned folk. You believe, strongly, perhaps even rightly, in your individual ways, that you are just and true. You come from places with legendary legacies and fantastical futures. You hold true to your gods--this is noble, honourable, loyal. You spit on the gods of others; this is less so, but who am I to decry the actions of others when I have befallen this misstep in the past? We all must act in accordance with our own senses of right and wrong.
It is this sense of right and wrong that brings me to the question I wish to ask you all: who among you fought against the forces of Pazuzu? Who among you pushed back against the brambles of corruption, when the World Tree itself was poisoned against the Prime Material Plane?
Why?
I posit the reason may be thus: this is OUR world. This is the world of Achaeans, and of Achaean gods. We do not suffer its fate to be written by the hand of outsiders, trespassers, usurpers. We do not sit idly by when invaders seek to tear out its flesh or its roots. We do not squabble amongst ourselves when another seeks to profit from our quarrels. No, we come together, and in those brief, glorious, unified moments, we are strong.
And then, we fracture once more, when the threats recede and we go back to arguing the fate of the world amongst ourselves. And this is natural. This is normal.
But let us not forget the glory. Let us not forget the moments where we stand shoulder to shoulder. And let us not forget that we share the cup of brotherhood when we fight together and lose, as much as when we fight together and win.
Three Serenades hence, join us in a moment of grieving, and healing, as we remember Sparrow's Rest.
In the words of the Lord Bard:
Do not forget to remember.
In Song,
Taelle Starling
Penned by my hand on the 7th of Ero, in the year 940 AF.