Posted by Ingvar(VIP) on June 23, 2000 at 19:21:45:
In Reply to: I'd be into reading your role (if you did each page on a different post so I could read it in doses) n/t posted by Khiravn on June 22, 2000 at 18:15:48:
[I really enjoyed Shinkoujinei's little task for me.... it formed the basis for several future motifs that I tried to include in Ingvar's role and writings.] Shinkoujinei has sent me to prove my worth to him. He has asked me to
gather three items: one which symbolizes the role I would play within the
Cult, another which symbolizes the Fog of Illusion, and a third which
speaks to the path of Purity. I will meditate on this for some time... I
enjoy the workings of his mind, and I would not disappoint him.
The first item that struck my mind was a set of stonecutter's tools, to
speak of Purity, and the role it plays in our faith. I travelled to Akan, a
dwarven village far to the northeast of Tar Valon, and searched until I
found a practicioner. There was one there, a Zatrigi by name. He
refused to simply sell me the tools, so I resorted to less subtle means.
I will speak to the Voice of the beauty of the art of sculpture. That art
speaks to me at a very basic level- the sculptor begins with a worthless
slab of stone, and imagines the object that his Will desires deep within.
Then, by great blows and more precise jabs, he strikes away at all that
does not fit into that vision of what is desired. Though he destroys, he
leaves behind something Pure, and valued by the wise. Such is my task-
society and thought will be my medium, and my Will and blade my tools.
The second item I gathered was one which symbolized the Fog of Illusion...
While many called to my interests, I chose a theater mask, which I
discovered discarded next to the stage at the Inn of the Eternal Star.
For those who would don such a mask have a curious effect upon their
actions... much as the Fog has a curious effect on those souls which choose
to sink beneath it. The actors who wear a mask act according to rules
that do not exist anywhere but in their mind, and are constrained to
perform only those deeds which they are "supposed" to do. Worse, they
are even constrained to do things that they would not normally do- to
act as another, and give up their unique persona. Such is the burden of
the Fog- and all one must do to end such a burden is lift the mask.
The final item is the most personal, for the Voice wishes one that will
capture the essence of what I will do for the Cult. After deep meditation,
I paid a master musician in Seantryn Modan to craft a chime from the same
black steel that I took from the corpse of one of the patrolling guards.
The chime can sound a great tolling to wake the sleeping, or announce the
coming of a great event. All those near will certainly hear such a mighty
sound, and feel it resonate within their very bodies. Whether they choose
to understand why the chime rings is up to them- the bearer of the chime
can only make its presence heard, but they must choose to hear the message
for themselves. For those who refuse, the chime can be struck to produce
a lower tone, and they will know what that means as well, or find out when
it is far too late. I will be the bearer of the Chime, sounding Truth
throughout Thera, waking the sleepers when they feel its power shaking
their bones, and beginning the dirge for those who choose not to heed
the Truth when it calls them.