Created: 2004-03-07 12:12:27
Game: covenant
Faith: Angelique

He was drawn, guided by an unseen hand towards an unknown destination. Many scholars have debated the existence of Free Will. For Hesketh there was no debate. There was no free will. At least, not in a conscious sense. Whether directed by the unseen force of a deity, or just the unknown drive of a hidden conviction Hesketh was compelled to walk his current path. City by city, village by village, individual by individual, he was driven to seek others of the same thoughts, desires and beliefs. Slowly, inexorably they came together. Bound by the common belief that Foret was the true light and that the usurpers must be either converted or cast down.
It was sometime after midnight, after the good people of the city had long since fallen asleep. In the basement of an abandoned inn they met. Broken shelves and shattered casks littered the floor. Quiet murmurs were heard from the assembled few. Snatches of conversation, occasional words, but no names were mentioned. Waves could be heard lapping the docks outside. Drunks shouted to one another, and in a nearby alley, prostitutes could be heard plying their trade.
Hesketh stepped forward. As he did, all present fell quiet. His head was bowed, covered by the hood of his plain brown robe. His silence was held for an uncomfortably long time and several of the younger in attendance began shift their weight in discomfort. Hesketh’s gnarled hands were clasped in front of him so tightly that the knuckles shown white, as if he were fighting a battle within himself. When he finally raised his head and began speaking, his mouth held a weak smile, but his voice projected forth in a strong low whisper that all strained to hear.
”Welcome brethren. Thank you for coming.” He paused, and gazed in turn deep into each of their eyes. “I’ve spoken with each of you and am convinced that you feel the same pull as I. The same internal hand guiding our actions and thoughts towards this meeting tonight. The same silent battles in our minds, that have led us all to the same conclusion.” He paused, letting the current silence lend gravity and strength to his next words. “The world is falling asunder. Being driven and torn apart through the inherent weakness of heretical gods and their followers. The decadence and strife that only befit the swine of Darden and Isonia have taken hold of the world that is rightfully Foret’s.
Pureness has been trampled. Righteousness ignored. Justice has become a farce. Honor is but the shadow of a word. This must change. For if it does not, hope shall be the next to die, and with it, any chance of salvation. Realize that the perversity that has infected our world is not the sole provence of the Isonians and Dardenites. The cancer that has manifested itself by destroying honor and valour is seen in all faiths. Those who profess to worship Foret have not been excused. It is because of this that we must hold ourselves to a higher standard. It is because of this that we must walk a narrow path. It is because of this that we, The Silent, must lead from the shadows by providing an example of honor and righteousness. And, when the times call for it, we must step into the light and lead our forces forth, regardless of the odds, providing a tangible reminder that honor and justice will not be allowed to become archaic words with no meaning.
Something that we must never allow ourselves to forget is that both honor and dishonor must be recognized regardless of faith. Should a foe act with honor we must rejoice in that redeeming quality and take it as a sign that all has not been lost. In this case praise should be given. Should a faithmate act with dishonor we must despair in that our lands have taken a step closer to chaotic oblivion. In this case chastisement is in order. Either way we must remain consistent to our ideals. For if we lose them then we are truly lost.
Justice is waning. This is something that we cannot, and shall not allow to happen. We, as The Silent, must act so that justice is not forgotten. Justice is not simply something for the worshippers of Foret. By its very definition justice must be equally applied to all. Should one group be unjustly treated we, as The Silent, must come to their aid. At times this will put us in the untenable position of judge, jury, and executioner. At times this shall make us unpopular with both friends and foes. Rather than allowing popularity to guide our decisions we must travel the course of justice.
Should we find the strength to hold true to our course. We will show through word and deed that justice has not been forgotten and that honor is still relevent. Only by doing so shall there be a chance that purity and righteousness can be restored. Each of us truly believe that this world is Foret's. We must act in such ways that when He claims it this world will be fit for him to rule.
Hesketh paused, holding the silence like a cloak. Fear and further unease had crept into most of their eyes. “Brethren. Do not despair. All is not yet lost. Though they dwindle in number, there are still some, who like us, have hearts and minds that are pure. They wage a bitter and brutal war in an attempt to stem the tide of the heathens decadence and deceit. We must stride forth, lending our hearts, bodies and souls to this just cause.”
GM: Boring Old TaterHead
AGM: Who is dis wench?haha!
Squad Leader: Bootie Fondlers
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Member: Hood Rats
Newbie: HomelessPotatoFarmers
We have served Foret for the past two ages.