Do not unleash yet another EVIL

(OOG: The following is scrawled in a cursory hand on a wrinkled, frayed piece of fabric.)

I apologize for the late response, the Ravens ‘ere in Honor’s Rock aren’t so keen to the wind.

If what ye all ‘ave said is true, an’ Miranda an’ Fiona only barely imprisoned those Null hooks the las’ time, what makes ye so sure they can do it now?

If all it took las’ time was one poor bastard layin’ around, waitin’ to be killed, what will ‘appen when all of us sp’akin’ ‘ere are layin’ around, waitin’ to be killed? If all the Paladins an’ Sorcerers an’ Clergy in the world only amount to a muddy puddle compared to the powers at play, what will ‘appen when all of the thousands of Travanceans are layin’ around, waitin’ to be killed? When all of the thousands of Kormyrians are layin’ around, waitin’ to be killed, jest across the Rift? And the rest of our neighbors? And when all of these bloody friends, acquaintances, associates, and enemies we’re callin’ on, all of whom are just as weak an’ useless as us, come to lay and wait to die alongside the rest of us?

We sh’u’n’t be callin’ the World to Travance. Nae. We should be callin’ Travance to the World. Leave Travance, an’ leave it to Miranda and Fiona. Set Miranda free an’ ‘ightail it out o’ there.

We’re nothin’ but the fog o’er and before the ‘orizon, muddlin’ its form. An’ if we stick aroun’, Fiona will run aground worried sick about us whether we free Miranda or not. An’ the two of them will run argound whether they can actually imprison the Null once more or not.

Remember: Fiona an’ Miranda were only able to imprison the Null b’fore with double-an’-a-half time’s effort. Double from Miranda, and Half from Fiona. Imagine what they could do with no distractions, Double from Both. P’raps they could destroy the Null, rather than just imprison them. But only if we cease meddlin’.

We’re nothin’ but wee spiders, dancin’ along strands we barely understand, strung between trees so broad we can’t begin to understand them, rooted into a world so deep we can’t even think to ‘ope to understand it. What’re we to do when the Null come thrashin’ through our web? What’re we to do when Miranda and Fiona fly by in pursuit, and crush us underfoot along the way? We’ve no business fighting alongside powers greater than Gods, especially when we already have no business fighting against the Gods themselves. We’ve words for that. Arrogance. Hubris. Ignorance. Futility.

Let’s stick to what we know. We can lure the Null in, but beyond that, our ‘ands are tied. It’s all up to Chance after that.

All I know, is that we were ordered to kill Fiona's servants, or whatever they were and go knocking on her door.

I killed a fair number of them, as did we all. Admitted, it seemed a bit half-strung at the time.

There are always folks who thump their chest and say "This is the only way". Well as I see it, I was lied to outright. I didn't know that taking part in that prison ritual would lead to us to waking up Fiona's nasty sister.

I for one don't want any more part of wild rituals. Twisting all this magic is what landed us here it seems to me, in bed with demons and the like.

When are folks going to learn to stop twisting? You're all the ones digging the graves, not us simple folk.

- Lake

It should be stated that we had time to research all possible options. It is my understanding that we had all of our greatest scholars researching what they could on this matter. If anyone has found an actual plan to stop all of this then that time to reveal it has long since passed. We knew before we stepped on the island that we would need to do this sooner or later. We knew during the creation of the obolisk that we would need to do this. We can't back out now because of fear. Every day we waste arguing more and more people are taken by the Null. No, sorry not taken, removed, erased, gone. If you do not want to release her then don't help. But don't impede the work needed to save this world.

This is not bloodtide, without bloodtide the demons would have taken the world. But without Miranda, their won't be a world left to be taken.

The spelling and grammar in the above posts has genuinely brought me pain. If half of you spent as much time learning to write as you do mindlessly ranting, perhaps words would not be minced up quite so. The sad truth is I know many of the individuals who omit entire sections of words are the same who can read ancient languages. It seems far more likely that you are writing poorly on purpose.

And that, is a truly sad thought.

-Collin Flamel

I suppose all this begs the question...

What IS Darkness?

I mean, actual Darkness. One half of the mysterious elements that have mystified even beings as preeminent as the Anastazi... One half of something powerful that it allowed divine beings to manifest and then act as conduits for the "lesser" beings to create their miracles?

And if Fiona, Light incarnate, could be communicated with, what makes you think that Mirranda can't? Or is it that we believe that Darkness cares only for destruction, even at the cost of destroying its chance to exist?


Just a thought.

This goes nowhere and has devolved into mealy-mouthed nonsense, as it was at the beginning. Time to actually do something that matters. Stop mewling and start being productive.

No more thoughts. No more musings. No more pointless opinions. Do something. Other than yelling at each other here. I shall take my own advice and take my leave of this farce.


- S