01-27-2025, 10:29 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-27-2025, 10:31 PM by DirectorBright.)
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.
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.