Thursday 14 July 2011

[Bluebook] Exalted - A horseback discourse on the nature of priesthoods and weapons, as told by the exiled priest Falling Rain to a young mercenary survivor.

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A horseback discourse on the nature of priesthoods and weapons, as told by the exiled priest Falling Rain to a young mercenary survivor (whose words and responses have failed to make the historical record). 

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“That sword I gave you. Do you see those markings? Do you know it is a priest’s sword? The immaculate faith of the Grey Tiger of Kachin is a martial one. Priests must be able to survive before they can minister, and that sword has been carried through both training and service.”

“It was forged for a task. In a way we are all forged for tasks, perhaps by our family, or by our conditions. Or perhaps we are forged by something we belong to. You, forged as a mercenary, I forged as a priest - both perhaps now considering our future paths?”

“It is a weapon and a tool. And whilst it once belonged to me, it now belongs to you. But we might choose to use if for very different things, you and I. Weapons are like that, are they not? It is important who wields them.”

“Perhaps Priests are a type of weapon: forged for a task, put to particular work. But what if they have been put to the wrong work, and by the wrong masters?”

“Priesthoods should have been the weapon in the hand of the people, the people being the material from which priests are forged. A sword of knowledge and truth raised against deception and arbitrary greed.”

“Instead I fear they have been turned against the people. As if you took the sword that I had given you, and turned it against me. No, I know you wouldn’t do that….but it is good of you to say.”

“In these times, the weapon now lies in the hands of spirit-kings and petty gods, and is used to cow the people. A noble sword, like this one you now hold in your hands, turned to petty banditry. Not to noble fighting, but a callous slaughter – like the one that claimed your comrades. Over time, such a weapon becomes notched and dull, poorly cared for, it rusts and becomes unreliable.”

“Perhaps it is time to cast the weapon back into the forge, and see what can be re-cast from its remains?”

“I hope this sword serves you well.”

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