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Sublime Decomposition - DirectorBright - 12-12-2024 ![]() What makes a flower? It is not the stem, the leaves, the petals... nor is it the genetic sequence within it's cells. It is an inherent conceptual, bound to the flower, that differentiates it from all else. That is what unifies it into the object you see before you, instead of leaves, stem, petals... or carbon, hydrogen, oxygen... or perhaps sunlight, water, and plant material. It is a flower, instead of any of those things, because the world recognizes it to be so. Remove that recognition, that conceptual... and it is nothing more than those parts I have just described. Letters and posted notes distributed by golem and drone alike from the castle city of Martyr's Vigil find themselves scattered across the continent's major cities. Each bears news, and an invitation. After much study and practice, Grey Aundeoth, The Goldlight Order's Knight-Captain of Logistics, has finally realized a technique to sever Nyctorre from weapons, reverting it to base arcanium and leaving the original implement unharmed. First done to the staff 'Cherry Crimson,' he proclaims it to be doable quickly, easily, and reliably. Quote:The art of Decomposition offers an elegant solution to the problem of Nyctorre. More and more, weaponry bearing this malignant metal is seen across the continent, with many uncertain of it's true nature or what to do with it, beyond it's forbidden status. Quote:... Also, Nomul, if you find this, half these weapons that I keep getting handed for this process have your name on it. What happened to 'not using anything arcanium or higher' in your works? One must imagine Grey happy - DirectorBright - 01-27-2025 Another day, another soul lain to rest. Another piece of arcanium cleansed. Another wrong, righted. ... Even in the aftermath of calamity... It never ends. It never ends, but what choice do I have? It is not in my nature to let go, or move on. I grip the chains of others so tightly my fingers bleed and it hurts me. Even long after they are gone, I still hold on. A reminder, a set of messages sent out, that the Knight-Captain Aundeoth still offers the service of Nyctorre removal - Fast, efficient, and without harming the original weapon. Today, more than ten have been cleansed, though count of the exact number has become nebulous. Golem and drone carry and nail posters to notice boards across the kingdoms - excluding, of course, the Crescent and the Serpent's Nest. A reminder in the aftermath, and after many years, that such a service remains open and active, lest it be forgotten. A repetition of his original message, word for word. I have lost count of how many it's been now. A dozen, surely, or more. The sin of binding souls, if anyone would accuse me of thus, has been undone fourfold. Though I regret not their lives, for they were grateful to have them... I wonder. Does it matter? Does it really? Another soul freed from it's prison, sent back to renewal. Yet what is this world they would find themselves in? What is the point of it all when it happens over and over again? Another agony ended, another thing that should not be, unmade. Small and little things in the scope of the world. In the wake of perfection's cost. Do they notice? Are they thankful? Do I care? Decompose, purify, repeat. I am a man on a sinking ship, and for every bucket I bail, for every hole I plug... ... another pours in, and two more open. Decompose, purify, repeat. We are building sand castles in the surf. We are painting watercolors in the rain. Decompose, purify, repeat. For every problem solved, another arises. For every victory, a growing price. Decompose, purify, repeat. Decompose. Purify. Repeat. Decompose. Purify. Repeat. Decompose. Purify. Repeat. Decompose. Purify. Repeat. RE: Sublime Decomposition - DirectorBright - 09-30-2025 How long has it been? How many souls returned to the cycle? I lost count then, I have not regained it. Even after the Crusade ended. Even after the Isle sank. Even after Viritas fell. Even after Varrach's death. Even after Melione's death. Even after the Vigil fell. Even after I no longer stood under His sight. I still find bits and pieces of that malignance scattered all over the place. Some new, some old, some forgotten about and some claimed. And I still do my part. I still walk forward, one foot in front of the other. It never ends, but that's fine. Well, no, I would prefer it not to be the case that malignant wretches bind souls of the meek to metal in eternal torment, that isn't fine. The part where I am needed, and where it is a good deed to be done within my power, that is fine. It remains my purpose and my joy to right this wrong. Even if at times it can feel a burden... It is one that I do not carry alone anymore. Another set of messages, a reminder to Meranthe of the work served by Grey Aundeoth. Of the removal of Nyctorre from weaponry, swiftly, efficiently, and safely. However, as furtive individuals pin notices to boards and the odd drone makes its way with fliers, something new has emerged. He is no longer the only one with such a capacity. Through great work, through accord with myself, there are now others capable of this feat. Specifically, Bailey Rowe has volunteered his name be listed as one of those capable, yet there are others that can be sought out for similar service. They may make themselves known as they see fit. Let these bound and captive souls suffer no longer. You may find some of us in the ruins of our home- or in Gloomlight Grove. We are but a letter away. |