Written By Tyrus
Nov. 30, 2020, 1:57 p.m.(6/24/1014 AR)
Caution is often good. Yet it must not be allowed to become an excuse for indecision. Better to fall forward than stand in place.
Written By Tyrus
Nov. 30, 2020, 1:19 p.m.(6/24/1014 AR)
It's difficult to accept new things. New information is applied on the old to see if this new concept might not simply be an extension of one already known. It's natural, it is how we learn, how we grow.
Yet when something is completely, absolutely, new? When it defies previous paradigms? When old truths are simply unable to contend with this new concept?
It's much harder to accept. Much harder to understand, too, for often information is lacking.
What's to be done, then? I've only one answer. To keep going, even if most questions remain unanswered, even if those that are only lead to more questions. Eventually, it might be more understandable, more familiar.
Maybe.
Yet when something is completely, absolutely, new? When it defies previous paradigms? When old truths are simply unable to contend with this new concept?
It's much harder to accept. Much harder to understand, too, for often information is lacking.
What's to be done, then? I've only one answer. To keep going, even if most questions remain unanswered, even if those that are only lead to more questions. Eventually, it might be more understandable, more familiar.
Maybe.
Written By Tyrus
Nov. 18, 2020, 1:29 p.m.(5/28/1014 AR)
Strange how being stuck in bed has led to making so many meetings. I'm not sure what that says about my social life.
I am grateful for the Physicians and Mercies who have and continue to take care of my health. I've not grown any worse and that's already a positive.
I suppose I should slow down with the meetings and rest more, yet there are still things that need to be done, matters investigated.
Most of my body may have withered away, but the mind is still there, Scholar. And a mind always hungers.
I am grateful for the Physicians and Mercies who have and continue to take care of my health. I've not grown any worse and that's already a positive.
I suppose I should slow down with the meetings and rest more, yet there are still things that need to be done, matters investigated.
Most of my body may have withered away, but the mind is still there, Scholar. And a mind always hungers.
Written By Tyrus
Nov. 16, 2020, 2:24 p.m.(5/24/1014 AR)
To think one's enemies are either fools or passive is the best way to be surprised by them.
Written By Tyrus
Nov. 16, 2020, 9:30 a.m.(5/23/1014 AR)
Patience and control. To relinquish either is to invite disaster. This was a lesson that took me too long to retain.
I yet live to change and adapt and so I shall.
I yet live to change and adapt and so I shall.
Written By Tyrus
Nov. 13, 2020, 10:36 p.m.(5/18/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Zyanya
Let me simplify my point even further for your understanding, then.
If you were anything but a loyal servant of your emperor, you would not have been allowed to leave. If it did not serve his wishes, you would not have been released. As such, your every word is suspect, propaganda to serve your masters' needs, for what are your claims worth when the only ones able to come here are those whose bounds are deemed strong enough to not even require writs to enforce loyalty?
For all his claims to be different, the mantle of Platinum is little different from Diamond's, save for the light he means to blind with.
If you were anything but a loyal servant of your emperor, you would not have been allowed to leave. If it did not serve his wishes, you would not have been released. As such, your every word is suspect, propaganda to serve your masters' needs, for what are your claims worth when the only ones able to come here are those whose bounds are deemed strong enough to not even require writs to enforce loyalty?
For all his claims to be different, the mantle of Platinum is little different from Diamond's, save for the light he means to blind with.
Written By Tyrus
Nov. 13, 2020, 8:56 a.m.(5/17/1014 AR)
Relationship Note on Zyanya
And I wonder whether you'd sing the same song had they refused your request.
But you wouldn't be here to do so, would you?
But you wouldn't be here to do so, would you?
Written By Tyrus
Nov. 12, 2020, 12:41 p.m.(5/16/1014 AR)
The children are safe. At least this storm didn't take any of them away.
Written By Tyrus
Nov. 2, 2020, 1:42 p.m.(4/24/1014 AR)
Wherever you are, I will find you and I will free you. As I promised I would do.
Written By Tyrus
Sept. 29, 2020, 11:19 p.m.(2/12/1014 AR)
Failure has a way of giving me new strength and determination in a way that success never has. It makes me focus and open my eyes to things i hadn't realized or had dismissed. Or just refused to acknowledge.
In failure we learn more of ourselves and what we need to be.
In failure we learn more of ourselves and what we need to be.
Written By Tyrus
Sept. 29, 2020, 9:17 a.m.(2/11/1014 AR)
Heroes are not born out of happiness. I suspect we shall see the rise of many such heroes in the days ahead.
Written By Tyrus
Aug. 21, 2020, 10:52 a.m.(11/17/1013 AR)
Interesting meetings recently. Enough to have me pay attention to the daily happenings in the city, something that has been more difficult of late.
It's been a mixed blessing.
I was glad, however, to learn of Lady Sanya's latest choice. The Liberators' is a worthy cause.
It's been a mixed blessing.
I was glad, however, to learn of Lady Sanya's latest choice. The Liberators' is a worthy cause.
Written By Tyrus
Aug. 14, 2020, 11:36 a.m.(11/4/1013 AR)
Today would be my daughter Aelia's birthday.
It is pleasant to think of what could have been. How she might have grown, as Princess of Thrax. The friends she might have made. The new discoveries, for there would have been many.
After all, when one's life is limited to slavery on an island for three short years, there is much to life to discover.
Pleasant to see what could have been. Unpleasant to return to the reality of the Dream, to what is.
But what is may be changed. Has been changed. Will be changed. In that I find some comfort. In that I find strength.
It is pleasant to think of what could have been. How she might have grown, as Princess of Thrax. The friends she might have made. The new discoveries, for there would have been many.
After all, when one's life is limited to slavery on an island for three short years, there is much to life to discover.
Pleasant to see what could have been. Unpleasant to return to the reality of the Dream, to what is.
But what is may be changed. Has been changed. Will be changed. In that I find some comfort. In that I find strength.
Written By Tyrus
Aug. 9, 2020, 3:06 p.m.(10/22/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Preston
You understand what I asked and your answers show depth of commitment and understanding, and make me hope for a brighter Dream yet.
Written By Tyrus
Aug. 8, 2020, 8:34 p.m.(10/20/1013 AR)
Relationship Note on Niklas
I am in the particular situation where I have known a time when I commanded thralls, when Donrai still ruled, and a time when I myself was a slave.
I don't have to imagine the horrors of slavery to feel the hatred a slave feels for the one that wields the whip and holds the chains. It is something I know quite well, down to my very core.
So when someone says "Death to slavers!", I expect them to act in accordance to their words. Because if you're going to tap into that hatred and anger? You'd best actually deliver on that decisive action.
And lest there be any misunderstandings. I would be more than happy to see them all dead. It won't give me back my daughter nor my wife. It won't give me back the friends I've lost, who died when they could no longer endure the work or the whip. But I know I would feel satisfaction at seeing them die amidst the ashes of all they hold dear.
The point of my previous entry was not to argue for mercy for slavers. It was to ask whether those taking up the cry were truly ready to act in accordance to their words.
I don't have to imagine the horrors of slavery to feel the hatred a slave feels for the one that wields the whip and holds the chains. It is something I know quite well, down to my very core.
So when someone says "Death to slavers!", I expect them to act in accordance to their words. Because if you're going to tap into that hatred and anger? You'd best actually deliver on that decisive action.
And lest there be any misunderstandings. I would be more than happy to see them all dead. It won't give me back my daughter nor my wife. It won't give me back the friends I've lost, who died when they could no longer endure the work or the whip. But I know I would feel satisfaction at seeing them die amidst the ashes of all they hold dear.
The point of my previous entry was not to argue for mercy for slavers. It was to ask whether those taking up the cry were truly ready to act in accordance to their words.
Written By Tyrus
Aug. 6, 2020, 8:43 a.m.(10/15/1013 AR)
It is ironic that I should write about it, given my reaction at the assembly when the one named Prism stepped up and asked that we wage war on slavery and that we should do it to free both enslaved and enslaver rather than with hatred in our hearts.
Since then I've heard many a call of "Death to slavers". And I wonder how many of those truly know what they're saying. How true their commitment to their destruction. Will you stay true to these words when their children watch you execute these slavers, children too young or unable to comprehend the evilness of their parents' actions? Will you put to the sword those who might have spoken of reform? Will you put to the sword those whose fear blinded them to the choice before them? Those whose priests have spent the last decades and centuries telling them how to think, what was right and wrong?
I have tried to understand and forgive. Yet there remains that dark core of hate and anger that would be all too happy to see them all drown by angry seas and their world brought down to ash. The same core that agrees whenever one takes up the cry of "Death to slavers". The core that knows their deaths will never replace what was lost, but does not care.
I know where I stand. I know where I should be. I know they are two different places. When you next take up that cry, consider that it places you in a dark place that cares little for attenuating circumstances and excuses. Consider that when your words are tested, this righteousness of yours will be soaked in blood and that the people you've freed will see not hero but monster who took their loved ones away.
Unless your words are hollow and you repeat them simply because it's what you've heard others do.
Since then I've heard many a call of "Death to slavers". And I wonder how many of those truly know what they're saying. How true their commitment to their destruction. Will you stay true to these words when their children watch you execute these slavers, children too young or unable to comprehend the evilness of their parents' actions? Will you put to the sword those who might have spoken of reform? Will you put to the sword those whose fear blinded them to the choice before them? Those whose priests have spent the last decades and centuries telling them how to think, what was right and wrong?
I have tried to understand and forgive. Yet there remains that dark core of hate and anger that would be all too happy to see them all drown by angry seas and their world brought down to ash. The same core that agrees whenever one takes up the cry of "Death to slavers". The core that knows their deaths will never replace what was lost, but does not care.
I know where I stand. I know where I should be. I know they are two different places. When you next take up that cry, consider that it places you in a dark place that cares little for attenuating circumstances and excuses. Consider that when your words are tested, this righteousness of yours will be soaked in blood and that the people you've freed will see not hero but monster who took their loved ones away.
Unless your words are hollow and you repeat them simply because it's what you've heard others do.
Written By Tyrus
July 29, 2020, 10:39 a.m.(9/27/1013 AR)
Standing alone against what lies beyond is one of the best ways to be swallowed by that which dwells in the void. Yet to bring others to stand with you is to condemn them to a fate that may see them destroyed, either body or mind.
It is the eternal dilemma of relying on others, of caring and loving.
As I return to Arx, the time away has not granted me any insight as to how to keep that particular balance. Only silence from tombs empty and full.
Perhaps the living will have something to say.
It is the eternal dilemma of relying on others, of caring and loving.
As I return to Arx, the time away has not granted me any insight as to how to keep that particular balance. Only silence from tombs empty and full.
Perhaps the living will have something to say.
Written By Tyrus
June 4, 2020, 8:32 a.m.(6/1/1013 AR)
I've not written many times of my older brother, Dominic. We were never exceptionally close. He had his beasts, I had my books, and while we would both sail and command men to battle, we did so differently.
He could be difficult to get along with. Yet he was not all bad. I can look back through the years and recall good moments and while they may be fewer than the ones had with some of my other siblings, they nonetheless exist.
Looking back also has me recall the time when we all lived in my uncle's household, and the man himself.
The Old Serpent's shadow lingers still. His mark upon those who grew up in these times still felt to this day. I can't say I have many positive memories. He gave me more leeway than he did others. To count a lesser tyranny as a positive doesn't seem right.
Yet for all that he was, Donrai was not an inhuman monster. He was always human, always with the potential to do good or ill. Humans all have their facets, and it is as much a mistake to ignore an evil man's good sides as it is to pay too much attention to them.
Because if you expect evil to be wholly so, then you will never see it coming until it is too late.
He could be difficult to get along with. Yet he was not all bad. I can look back through the years and recall good moments and while they may be fewer than the ones had with some of my other siblings, they nonetheless exist.
Looking back also has me recall the time when we all lived in my uncle's household, and the man himself.
The Old Serpent's shadow lingers still. His mark upon those who grew up in these times still felt to this day. I can't say I have many positive memories. He gave me more leeway than he did others. To count a lesser tyranny as a positive doesn't seem right.
Yet for all that he was, Donrai was not an inhuman monster. He was always human, always with the potential to do good or ill. Humans all have their facets, and it is as much a mistake to ignore an evil man's good sides as it is to pay too much attention to them.
Because if you expect evil to be wholly so, then you will never see it coming until it is too late.
Written By Tyrus
June 3, 2020, 11:45 p.m.(6/1/1013 AR)
How swiftly does time move, for I to find yet more events I remained unaware of that occurred during my absence.
It's a wonder any of the newer arrivals are able to keep up with not only everything happening, but everything that has happened as well.
It's a wonder any of the newer arrivals are able to keep up with not only everything happening, but everything that has happened as well.
Written By Tyrus
June 1, 2020, 9:41 a.m.(5/23/1013 AR)
While all devotions and discipleships have their value and worth, the Liberators hold a special place in my heart and regard.
Fighting for the freedom of others because it's the right thing to do.
Fighting for the freedom of others because it's the right thing to do.
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