Through the eye of a needle; beyond the doors of perception
Nov 14, 2018 15:32:46 GMT
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Post by Sunday on Nov 14, 2018 15:32:46 GMT
Lady Sunday looks up at the figure shrouded in shadow that's standing across the room at a small table......
“You know, obliviousness truly is ecstasy. To not know; but simply to be and do and feel and fuck and fight and run and laugh whenever and however I want. I never understood the point of comprehending anything. To make the right decision? There is no right or wrong decision…or so I thought – no, not thought: felt. Just the act of decisiveness was always enough for me. That was the safest and purest way to live.
But I fear the events of the last few days have broken my worldview over its knee and reformed the pieces into something much sharper, much more dangerous: Clarity. Now I know things: reasons, consequences, possibilities, complications – too many things, too many confusing alternatives. These realisations gained a voice when I found this in that dragon’s lair...”
Lady Sunday reaches up and lightly taps the faintly glowing band tied around her head.
“...but I understand now it started before that. With what Nowhere was saying. It was he and his tame pet Pascal who set up the circus. I still don’t know whether it was an illusion or real.”
As she mentions the demon’s name, Lady Sunday’s eyes flicker over to the maul leaning in the corner of the room.
“Anyway, its veracity is irrelevant – it was merely a vehicle for a test. To try and make us truly see rather than merely follow. He was right, of course, in his way, that everyone in Daring does what someone else tells them – that we take on blind faith that the notices in the Ettin are “good” or “worthy”; that the gods and the priests and the council and the powerful have the answers and that we should let them make up our minds for us. But the war that's coming is inevitable - Granny vs Daring - and Nowhere seems to want people to choose which side they are on and make that choice as freely as possibly. It really is as simple as that.
Mind you, not everyone saw it that way. Daisy and Taffeta were particularly aggravated by his words. Or maybe by his actions. I'm not sure they actually listened to his words. But then they had been through some heightened emotional events not moments before. So had I, I suppose, and still am - but somehow reliving that trauma brought things into perspective and crystallised my thoughts in a way I've never experienced. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this development - or blessing, as I'm sure Demik would call it. Anyway, stealing Taffeta's children to prove a point was certainly a bold gambit. Its effectiveness remains to be seen. Although, it would certainly take a lot to push Taffeta over to Granny. I'm not even sure it could be done. Tugark and Grimes had a couple of reservations about Nowhere's approach, but their history together is strong and they feel confident in him. They're part of the old guard - Daring through and through. I wonder if you cut them will they bleed Kantas....?
For myself, well, it's academic now. Ha. Aca-demik. Maybe intellect does have its benefits, being able to make jokes like that. It certainly does have a lot of downsides - mainly talking. I haven't spoken this much - certainly not about myself - since I was very young. Nowhere talked a lot about free will. I still don't understand what that concept is. Is free will knowing everything you need to make the right choice? The right choice for whom? For me? For others? Because of the past? For the future? Is understanding the right decision and choosing another path not also free will?
Again, I suspect that's also an irrelevancy. In the end, we all left the encounter with Nowhere and Pascal and did what Nowhere wanted - again. We opened a portal into the Feywild at the top of a mountain near that huge camp of Giants, Ogres, and Trolls you may have heard about. Turns out they're part of Nowhere's private army and we were to prepare a way into Granny's domain for that army by opening this portal. We had to get rid of a Silver Dragon to do it, but Nowhere tells us she was mad and dying from grief. Funny how we did what Nowhere wanted once more. But I'm sure this time we were all willing and complicit and comprehending...."
The figure Lady Sunday is addressing turns away from the mirror on the table and steps into the pool of light around the bed. They look down at the Tiefling and say…
“Speaking of ecstasy, do you want to just talk or have sex? It’s your money – but either way, this hour is still gonna cost you even if we don't do it…..”
“You know, obliviousness truly is ecstasy. To not know; but simply to be and do and feel and fuck and fight and run and laugh whenever and however I want. I never understood the point of comprehending anything. To make the right decision? There is no right or wrong decision…or so I thought – no, not thought: felt. Just the act of decisiveness was always enough for me. That was the safest and purest way to live.
But I fear the events of the last few days have broken my worldview over its knee and reformed the pieces into something much sharper, much more dangerous: Clarity. Now I know things: reasons, consequences, possibilities, complications – too many things, too many confusing alternatives. These realisations gained a voice when I found this in that dragon’s lair...”
Lady Sunday reaches up and lightly taps the faintly glowing band tied around her head.
“...but I understand now it started before that. With what Nowhere was saying. It was he and his tame pet Pascal who set up the circus. I still don’t know whether it was an illusion or real.”
As she mentions the demon’s name, Lady Sunday’s eyes flicker over to the maul leaning in the corner of the room.
“Anyway, its veracity is irrelevant – it was merely a vehicle for a test. To try and make us truly see rather than merely follow. He was right, of course, in his way, that everyone in Daring does what someone else tells them – that we take on blind faith that the notices in the Ettin are “good” or “worthy”; that the gods and the priests and the council and the powerful have the answers and that we should let them make up our minds for us. But the war that's coming is inevitable - Granny vs Daring - and Nowhere seems to want people to choose which side they are on and make that choice as freely as possibly. It really is as simple as that.
Mind you, not everyone saw it that way. Daisy and Taffeta were particularly aggravated by his words. Or maybe by his actions. I'm not sure they actually listened to his words. But then they had been through some heightened emotional events not moments before. So had I, I suppose, and still am - but somehow reliving that trauma brought things into perspective and crystallised my thoughts in a way I've never experienced. I'm not entirely sure how I feel about this development - or blessing, as I'm sure Demik would call it. Anyway, stealing Taffeta's children to prove a point was certainly a bold gambit. Its effectiveness remains to be seen. Although, it would certainly take a lot to push Taffeta over to Granny. I'm not even sure it could be done. Tugark and Grimes had a couple of reservations about Nowhere's approach, but their history together is strong and they feel confident in him. They're part of the old guard - Daring through and through. I wonder if you cut them will they bleed Kantas....?
For myself, well, it's academic now. Ha. Aca-demik. Maybe intellect does have its benefits, being able to make jokes like that. It certainly does have a lot of downsides - mainly talking. I haven't spoken this much - certainly not about myself - since I was very young. Nowhere talked a lot about free will. I still don't understand what that concept is. Is free will knowing everything you need to make the right choice? The right choice for whom? For me? For others? Because of the past? For the future? Is understanding the right decision and choosing another path not also free will?
Again, I suspect that's also an irrelevancy. In the end, we all left the encounter with Nowhere and Pascal and did what Nowhere wanted - again. We opened a portal into the Feywild at the top of a mountain near that huge camp of Giants, Ogres, and Trolls you may have heard about. Turns out they're part of Nowhere's private army and we were to prepare a way into Granny's domain for that army by opening this portal. We had to get rid of a Silver Dragon to do it, but Nowhere tells us she was mad and dying from grief. Funny how we did what Nowhere wanted once more. But I'm sure this time we were all willing and complicit and comprehending...."
The figure Lady Sunday is addressing turns away from the mirror on the table and steps into the pool of light around the bed. They look down at the Tiefling and say…
“Speaking of ecstasy, do you want to just talk or have sex? It’s your money – but either way, this hour is still gonna cost you even if we don't do it…..”
