Post by Boccob on Apr 11, 2008 22:27:21 GMT -5
I’ve been walking this world a long while. Too long, but I reckon I’ve seen my share of beautiful things and terrible things. I never cared much for wars and battles, and I managed to avoid most of’em (but not all. I’ve had to prove my metal a time or two. It’s a tough old world out there!) There’s a fight to be had now, and no mistake. I guess I need to get ready, but it’s a hard thing. I’m a marked man, you see?
Seems like I’ve been chasing the ghosts of my past all my life. I suppose we all do. Maybe I’ll never get to lay all of mine to rest, but few of those who follow my Order typically do. I’ve learned the truth though, as much as I care to. A being from the Nether quietly marked each of us at birth. It wasn’t a malign being, I think, just one concerned with the Equilibrium of the Materia/Immateria. The Druids call it Balance, and I think I like that better. It’s easier to say at any rate.
The good news is that this being was destroyed some time ago, as best I can tell, by a group of hardy adventurers. Good for them, profitable no doubt, and thank you very much, but the bad news is things have gotten worse since then. The mark only appears when there’s trouble, and it’s been as clear as blue sky for a good while now. I shouldn’t wonder, what with that damn portal opening and all Hell breaking loose everywhere. It’s hard not to get involved, or rather impossible I guess, since I’m here. My arm is starting to burn and whisper to me at night. Nothing crazy, mind you, just troublesome. Old people have a hard enough time getting to sleep without other-worldly tattoos yapping at them all night.
I reckon the others are in the same boat I am, though I’ll never know it. The Order doesn’t work together, according the few bits of history I’ve found. Each agent just does what they can or whatever they feel is best to re-establish the Equilibrium. It’s probably better that way, after all. Even a small stone can change the course of a great river, and who wants to be responsible for that?
Not me, that’s for sure.
Seems like I’ve been chasing the ghosts of my past all my life. I suppose we all do. Maybe I’ll never get to lay all of mine to rest, but few of those who follow my Order typically do. I’ve learned the truth though, as much as I care to. A being from the Nether quietly marked each of us at birth. It wasn’t a malign being, I think, just one concerned with the Equilibrium of the Materia/Immateria. The Druids call it Balance, and I think I like that better. It’s easier to say at any rate.
The good news is that this being was destroyed some time ago, as best I can tell, by a group of hardy adventurers. Good for them, profitable no doubt, and thank you very much, but the bad news is things have gotten worse since then. The mark only appears when there’s trouble, and it’s been as clear as blue sky for a good while now. I shouldn’t wonder, what with that damn portal opening and all Hell breaking loose everywhere. It’s hard not to get involved, or rather impossible I guess, since I’m here. My arm is starting to burn and whisper to me at night. Nothing crazy, mind you, just troublesome. Old people have a hard enough time getting to sleep without other-worldly tattoos yapping at them all night.
I reckon the others are in the same boat I am, though I’ll never know it. The Order doesn’t work together, according the few bits of history I’ve found. Each agent just does what they can or whatever they feel is best to re-establish the Equilibrium. It’s probably better that way, after all. Even a small stone can change the course of a great river, and who wants to be responsible for that?
Not me, that’s for sure.