Re: RP WORLD EVENT: The Dread City of Tushmuthut
Even as Sura tried to focus, the abyss about him blurred and danced, dodging his perceptions. Nothing about the yellow-masked host was clear, either, except for the pallid guise itself..
"There is only one cause worth fighting for. Is it love? Some are certain that it must be. Family? Perhaps. Duty? Almost certainly - to those who adhere to the code. Dust?"
Suddenly, the pseudo-silence was broken by Haita's laugh, like the screeching of a thousand locusts. Loud, disorienting, otherworldly and strangely enticing..
"Some of my brothers - and children - would think so. Dust, dust, dust.. this is the theme we must work with. Players in a great game. Who is the master? Not the Primordials.. they are a function of the universe itself, and thus cannot rule it. Not us. Not the Babbling King, the Blackened Liar.. no, it is an external force. Actors in the greatest play ever devised! Characters in a novel whose beauty transcends that of Tsang!"
The shadows suddenly dimmed.
"They work to craft their perfect world in the demise of imperfection. How is that not noble? Pawns in a game whose rules are dictated by the winner. Tell me, friend," illumination once more, "What, would you say, is worth fighting for? Dying.. for?"