The day draws closer to our final test as students of the House of Bells, and our preparations quicken as we ready ourselves to depart. The information we received was somewhat disturbing, but not entirely unexpected.
It seemed that two Lost Eggs from Pasiap's Stair had fled and met up with a group of slaves. We're told that these slaves were from the Hundred Kingdoms, and that these outcastes had been from that land as well. I could not help but admire their dedication to their own kind, but on the other hand such dedication was as well misguided. It was a waste of their ability to squander it on freeing slaves in such a manner. Did they really believe that they could escape with so many people?
Nonetheless, the suppression of this 'army' is the task that was given to me and my soon-to-be brotherhood. I admit that I feel a sense of excitement in this, and I look forward to proving myself on the field of battle.
Sunday, April 6, 2008
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Vision of the First Age
In class today we studied about the greatest of our foes, the targets of the Wyld Hunt itself: Anathema.
Maddened demigods who fell from grace who had to be purged from Creation or fiends spawned from the very depths of Malfeas itself? I did not think too much about the philosophical and theological arguments that people had about them, for the proof of their actions and deeds were apparent. The anathema, whatever anyone said about them, were incredibly powerful. Leaders, diplomats or sorcerers, they stood as skilled as any of the Dragon-blooded.
This meant then, that the Anathema could wield the very lifeblood of Creation, Essence. And wield it most powerfully, given that only the most talented and skilled among the Realm hunted those things, and even then in packs.
It was fascinating.
I begun studying more about this implacable foe. I did not think whether or not they were truly enemies, save to say that empirically, they have proven to be foes of the Realm. Some of them certainly were hated foes of my House, and I too had a determination to someday bring down that mad beast they called the Bull of the North. But more than anything, this fascination on how the Anathema drew on their power, the strength and skill at war captured me.
I thought to myself, "This here is a worthy foe of a Dynast." I resolved then to become a general, a leader, who could strive to be a true heir of Pasiap, and build myself into a child of the dragons who could match even these Anathema head on and unflinching, strong and steadfast as the Imperial Mountain itself.
To do this, I knew I would have to hone myself and focus all my energies into mastery of war and combat, and to harness the resources I could to help me sharpen my talents. The keys to unlocking this in me, I realized, lay not only in physical training but in three other paths. Knowledge, essence, and people.
It was with driven resolve that I set out to accomplish these three paths.
Maddened demigods who fell from grace who had to be purged from Creation or fiends spawned from the very depths of Malfeas itself? I did not think too much about the philosophical and theological arguments that people had about them, for the proof of their actions and deeds were apparent. The anathema, whatever anyone said about them, were incredibly powerful. Leaders, diplomats or sorcerers, they stood as skilled as any of the Dragon-blooded.
This meant then, that the Anathema could wield the very lifeblood of Creation, Essence. And wield it most powerfully, given that only the most talented and skilled among the Realm hunted those things, and even then in packs.
It was fascinating.
I begun studying more about this implacable foe. I did not think whether or not they were truly enemies, save to say that empirically, they have proven to be foes of the Realm. Some of them certainly were hated foes of my House, and I too had a determination to someday bring down that mad beast they called the Bull of the North. But more than anything, this fascination on how the Anathema drew on their power, the strength and skill at war captured me.
I thought to myself, "This here is a worthy foe of a Dynast." I resolved then to become a general, a leader, who could strive to be a true heir of Pasiap, and build myself into a child of the dragons who could match even these Anathema head on and unflinching, strong and steadfast as the Imperial Mountain itself.
To do this, I knew I would have to hone myself and focus all my energies into mastery of war and combat, and to harness the resources I could to help me sharpen my talents. The keys to unlocking this in me, I realized, lay not only in physical training but in three other paths. Knowledge, essence, and people.
It was with driven resolve that I set out to accomplish these three paths.
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