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Understanding -Your- Ideology
Written by: Arditi Nithilar, Visage of Piridon
Date: Sunday, December 21st, 2014
Addressed to: Admiral Kresslack I'llur, the Black Wolf
Admiral I'llur,
The irony of a Mhaldorian extorting anyone to 'cut their puppet strings' is simply exquisite. Furthermore, Mhaldor offering 'change' is funnier still. In its centuries of existence, what change has Mhaldor actually affected? What growth has it spawned in the sentient life of Sapience?
The quick and pithy might answer with "the enmity of Sapience", yet this wouldn't really count because it existed before the Baelgrim when its faithful were still throwing their lives onto a bloodied stalagmite in a desperate attempt to validate their existence.
No, the only permanent change Mhaldor has wrought upon Sapience is the forest of Shala-Khulia, which few Mhaldorians acknowledge and fewer still remember -why-. For all of your bluster and bloodshed, you have a single forest that doesn't try to remove you from it. Congratulations, I suppose.
Mhaldor is not change. It is stagnation.
It is an army of pawns marching blindly across a chessboard, each one hoping that if it crushes enough other pawns, it might get promoted to knight or bishop. As these pawns fight and die in their world of blacks and whites, they never once realize that they achieve nothing for themselves: Who acknowledges the role the pawns played when they win a game of chess?
Nobody acknowledges the chesspieces, because they have no will of their own. They are tools, something to use and then discard when the game is over. Such is the life of a Mhaldorian: You are nothing beyond how many pieces you can move on the chessboard, or what direction you can move to capture.
To the public, if being nothing more than a monochromatic tool to be sacrificed and broken to a black-and-white world appeals to you, then I suppose you should follow Kresslack's advice and join Mhaldor. You'll get a wealth of propaganda and plenty of culture to distract you from the simple truth that your life's work is futile and meaningless.
For those of you who want an escape from such an existence, there is a way to free yourself from the pointless monotony of being nothing more than a piece in some tyrant's game.
Ask me how.
- Arditi Nithilar
Former Viceroy and Nagaraja Emeritus
Penned by my hand on the 15th of Scarlatan, in the year 672 AF.
Understanding -Your- Ideology
Written by: Arditi Nithilar, Visage of Piridon
Date: Sunday, December 21st, 2014
Addressed to: Admiral Kresslack I'llur, the Black Wolf
Admiral I'llur,
The irony of a Mhaldorian extorting anyone to 'cut their puppet strings' is simply exquisite. Furthermore, Mhaldor offering 'change' is funnier still. In its centuries of existence, what change has Mhaldor actually affected? What growth has it spawned in the sentient life of Sapience?
The quick and pithy might answer with "the enmity of Sapience", yet this wouldn't really count because it existed before the Baelgrim when its faithful were still throwing their lives onto a bloodied stalagmite in a desperate attempt to validate their existence.
No, the only permanent change Mhaldor has wrought upon Sapience is the forest of Shala-Khulia, which few Mhaldorians acknowledge and fewer still remember -why-. For all of your bluster and bloodshed, you have a single forest that doesn't try to remove you from it. Congratulations, I suppose.
Mhaldor is not change. It is stagnation.
It is an army of pawns marching blindly across a chessboard, each one hoping that if it crushes enough other pawns, it might get promoted to knight or bishop. As these pawns fight and die in their world of blacks and whites, they never once realize that they achieve nothing for themselves: Who acknowledges the role the pawns played when they win a game of chess?
Nobody acknowledges the chesspieces, because they have no will of their own. They are tools, something to use and then discard when the game is over. Such is the life of a Mhaldorian: You are nothing beyond how many pieces you can move on the chessboard, or what direction you can move to capture.
To the public, if being nothing more than a monochromatic tool to be sacrificed and broken to a black-and-white world appeals to you, then I suppose you should follow Kresslack's advice and join Mhaldor. You'll get a wealth of propaganda and plenty of culture to distract you from the simple truth that your life's work is futile and meaningless.
For those of you who want an escape from such an existence, there is a way to free yourself from the pointless monotony of being nothing more than a piece in some tyrant's game.
Ask me how.
- Arditi Nithilar
Former Viceroy and Nagaraja Emeritus
Penned by my hand on the 15th of Scarlatan, in the year 672 AF.