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« on: May 07, 2013, 10:55:57 pm »
| At long last, I am awakened | I am returned after a millenium of distrust, disorder | Of chaos | ...I feel the shackles of this prison grating upon me still | I am not yet free | But my Chosen are | Urd'Amboor | Three others | They will lead the way to eternity |
Order turns it's attentions upon he who has served it longest, who has risen at last from the plains of Ongram to serve again.
Urd'Amboor.
| My faithful Urd'Amboor | I see you are awakened as well | But you are free while I am not | The chains of our prison proved to be escapable, I see | This is a great development in our favor | But I sense my twin has awakened as well, and with him the other | The Anathema | It is appropriate, in a way | Dualism in all things | Light for dark, earth for sky, Order for Chaos | But I cannot let it overtake the world again | It will be trying to get free | I must as well | You will aid me in this endeavor | There will be kingdoms and civilizations somewhere in the world still | Our absence has no doubt allowed them to become corrupt | Travel, my Urd'Amboor, to the closest civilization | Seek out those aligned with Order and reveal to them their true purpose | Spread the word of my return | And send the converts here - to Ongram |
The colossal intelligence sweeps the land, searching for those that it deems its heralds in the world. It finds one first:
| Rankar Alseroth | A Kasar | You come from a proud lineage, young one | But you have been marred by the chaos directed toward your kind, and your mind has fallen away from the ideals of Order you used to live up to | You distrust your fellow mortals, believing them fallen to Chaos | You may be right | But you are in a fortuitous time, Rankar | I, Order, have returned to the world after a sleep of a millenium | Soon I will need champions, mortal heralds to spread Order throughout the world to protect from the corrupting influence of my opposite | I have looked into you, and seen that you have the potential to become great | But you fear to be shunned by greater civilization, do you not? | Fear not, Rankar | Before, they may have dismissed you as no one, a person of no consequence that no one would miss or mourn | There is a way to make them listen to you |
Order sends a vision of the keep the Crown of Silence is contained in to Rankar, and the path to it from where he currently is. He is granted a vision of everything falling into its proper place, everything going right for once, with him wearing the Crown among the centerpieces of the grand design.
| Now go, Rankar | With the Crown you may bring Order to the land now called Gaolmarc | iIt was once a bastion of solitude where laws were not broken, citizens lived in harmony with their neighbors, and Order set everything into proper place | With my passing it has faded, however, barely graspiung it's former glory | If you can retrieve the Crown you can revive the kingdom, take control - make sure, for once, that greed and ambition do not compromise the rule of law | The vault in which the Crown is contained will only open to those dedicated to Order - it will open for you | Go now, Rankar of the Kasar | Bring your people to light again, and peace to this land of strife |
Next the being of stillness turns its attentions to a most curious disciple - this one has the mark of those who were once affiliated with Chaos - yet his love for Order burns through such preconceptions.
| Ramus Thirdfallen | I recall your ilk | they waged war against me in the last great conflict between me and my opposite | But you | You are different | You are contrary to that which your family has aligned | Your ancestors may have allied with Chaos | But your heart speaks of Order | I see your predicament | Distrusted by all | Cast out from greater society | You believe they are beyond saving | I can help you | I can lead you to the one who framed you, to do as you will | But afterward, travel to my domain | Ongam | The Silent Plain | Where your family once fought on the side of Chaos, sought to obliterate all civilization | You can fight to save it | I offer great things, Nalmur | A kingdom all your own if you wish | A repaired reputation | A loving family | Only serve me and these shall be yours | Now go and look upon he who would discredit you |
The identity and location of the one who framed his family is revealed to Ramus.
Order then turns its attention to the last of it's Chosen. A strange one, no doubt. Gender indistinguishable, motives uncertain. A dandelion seed on the winds of fate.
Order knew that no matter how much it tried to contol things (at least as of now), sometimes Fate decided to take matters into its own hands.
It would let this one go, for now. If it needed to intervene, it still had a modicum of power to utilize.
Expentiures of Power (for GM purposes):
Grant Rankar a vision of the Crown of Silence and where it is located, as well as what it can do (1 IP)
Grant Ramus a vision of where the man who framed him and his family is located (1 IP)
Do nothing to Solbryn beyond the dreams of Ongram that come of being Chosen (0 IP)