[HQ Ignorance] Scene 103: The White Moon Revolutionaries

[Nic Hughes]

lev at mimesisrpg.com wrote:
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>
> Res Publica smiles. "Once I was a merchant, and rapid communication was
> always a benefit. When I joined the White Moon movement, it was a relatively
> simple task to adopt the magic. If you wish to send a message, please tell me
> to whom and where to. Lei Tabor? I have never heard of that city."
>
> "And if you wish to learn the magic, I can train you..."
>   

"Forgive me, I have been riding headlong into unknown danger for so long 
I had forgotten that sometimes there is a better way, a calmer way. If 
you can send a message then please do. If you could send one of your 
magical birds to Jareena of the Jonating, member of the Fellowship of 
Talor, could it bring back a reply?  If so then it is useful magic 
indeed and perhaps I should use the time waiting for a reply learning to 
perform the magic myself. She should be somewhere near Lei Tabor by now 
if things go well with them, which I think is somewhere beyond the 
wastes and near Kralorela. I want her to know that Icthya and I are 
alive and have completed the second of our tasks, then ask where we 
should meet up."

With a sweep of his arm he clears a space on the table and begins to lay 
out the crystal chess set. "Play with me a while and we can discuss the 
other matters." He lays out the chess pieces with himself as black . He 
waits for the game to develop a little, letting his awareness drift into 
the game to see if the magic of the pieces has any insight for him.

"If your prophesy said that I would have all the answers then it was 
mistaken. I have a lot of hints, prophesies and enigmas but very few 
answers to give you. Now maybe as things progress some of those 
prophesies will make more sense but some of them are only going to make 
sense when they need to make sense." He stares at the pieces and the 
patterns that they begin to make, trying to ponder his options as he 
makes his moves.

He had to admit to himself that while the white moonies looked like a 
bunch of idiots it was nice to deal with people who did not give him a 
hard time for being a bastard. In a way it was tempting to take them at 
face value, to be their leader. But then the memory of the ghost of 
Judge Kraken still haunted him, fate was not kind to those members of 
the fellowship who tried to go their own way and defy the prophesies. 
Nor did he really want those messenger birds turning up all the time, he 
had a feeling that one of those birds turning up at just the wrong time 
could easily get him killed. Hard to stay inconspicuous with glowing 
doves coming and going. Fate might have bad things in store for him but 
if he went along with her plans it seemed like she would keep him alive 
for a while longer - maybe long enough to find a way out with his skin 
intact. But then would his hosts really let him go just because he asked 
them to? What had the first man said? That War could only be stopped 
with the help of the holders of the weapons, well perhaps the Fourth 
could be persuaded to help. He smiled, time to see if he could answer 
one prophesy with another.

"My eyes are fixed on the horizon, trying to see our ultimate 
destination. You are not wrong to ask which boulders we should move off 
the path first but I may not be the best one to answer such questions. 
There is another however."

He takes out a remains of the salts and lays the bag on the table next 
to the board.

"There is one who can help and advise. He has already led a successful 
rebellion of the weak against the strong, he has proven his ability to 
overcome violence with wisdom. He is sympathetic to our cause and in 
some ways embodies all that we wish to achieve. What you need to do is 
send a small delegation onto the plateau and seek out the one called the 
Fourth. When you meet him your own prejudices might challenge you, if 
you cannot see beyond the flesh to the shining Septessence within you 
will fail to unite the followers of the Blue Moon with your cause. The 
prophesy that set me on this path said that his help would be vital, as 
with all the prophesies it only makes sense when it needs to."

"The Fourth is the one who knows how to remove obstacles from the road 
better than I do. You will need the salts in this bag to survive the 
journey, without them the plateau is death."

He makes another move before continuing

"We each have our role to play, I appreciate your welcome and 
hospitality but I do not think I can be the sort of leader you speak of. 
I cannot give up on the task that I have sworn to complete any more than 
that pawn could have moved backwards. It is not my destiny and to deny 
my destiny would break the rules of the game...and without the rules the 
game is broken."

He sweeps the pieces off the board

"Breaking the game, those who would break the game for their own ends, 
this is in a sense what we must guard against. That was the sin of the 
God Learners and they were all but wiped out for the arrogance that 
nearly destroyed the world. No, I will play my part like a good little 
pawn. At least I have seen the game that is unfolding, at least I know 
that being a pawn is my choice. Perhaps there is some hope that when the 
game ends we will be among the pieces still on the board. Lets drink to 
that!"
 

> OOC: White Dove Messangers is the name of the spell, part of White Moon
> subcult
> of Lunar Magic. Uses standard distance modifier to Ability rating. For
> each -1
> to Ability due to time of travel, +1 can be added to distance.
>
>
>   

OOC: Lunar common magic? Aalmon fancies learning that.

Nic
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