Created: 2004-05-06 11:34:44
Game: guild
Faith:
We are seen, but not noticed. Dismissed by those in power as unimportant. Even
when we are in the light we are shadowed by those whose hands we guide.
Directly or indirectly events are made to unfold as we desire. Many times those
that we influence are blissfully unaware of our hold. They move through their
lives making decisions believing in their hearts that they have done so through
a completely free will. This is not so. Others know that we advise them and
freely take our advice believing it to be done with their best interest in our
hearts. Sometimes this is true. But only when their best interest and ours
coincide.
Those like us have always existed. People gaining favor and using it for their
own advancement. In every facet of life there have been those who use
whatever means necessary to advance their cause. Fortunately for those in power
these people have never been focused into a cohesive group. Until now.
Throughout the years there have always been people that looked for hidden
reasons behind actions. They tried to find a coherent thread of ideas behind
the
events that shape the isle. Thinking perhaps that some one, or some group, was
acting with a hidden agenda. In every major event they cried conspiracy.
They said look and ye shall find ways and means that make every action
interrelated. They are crazy. To an extent. This is not to say that there
have not been
conspiracies. Rather there have been, but they have not been intertwined with a
single overwhelming objective. Until now.
There are some, who either by chance or extreme intellectual fortitude have
deciphered our doings. Take for example this letter intercepted from Baron
Gorsel Ceral to his sister Marchioness Gariell shortly before his untimely
demise.
"Dearest sister, I am dispensing with the normal formalities that one must associate with official correspondence between nobles, even those who are related. I am doing so for two reasons. First of which is that this letter is personal not official. Secondly is because I am afraid and do not wish for thine eyes to fall upon platitudes written by form only because that is what we are supposed to do. I am not afraid of the impending war with the mountain goblin tribes. No, of them there I hold no fear. Perhaps it is foolhardy to feel such, but I have the utmost confidence that Grand Marshal Scian has the army in all due readiness and shall be able to handle these filthy hordes. What frightens me though is far more insidious than any direct attack upon my lands or myself. I fear that I am losing control of my realm. That decisions that I make are not actually mine. That information I am given is at best half true, or at worst, completely fanciful. Perhaps I'm not losing control. Perhaps I've already lost it. Unbeknownst to all, even my closest servants, I began keeping a journal about a year ago. It was right after the mid-summers festival. My mind had been in torment at the loss of my betrothed and I thought that putting my innermost thoughts to paper would help me sort things out and think clesomeone is manipulating each of them. Of course there is one other possibility. I might be insane. I am certain now that you can understand my fear, either grounded or ungrounded, and will desire to help. Dearest sister I beseech you to send assistance. An unbiased observer who can attest to my sanity, or lack thereof, and if found sane, help me unravel this plot that has taken control of my realm. With a most sincere plea for help,
your loving brother,
Gorsel
The Baron combined surprising intellect with a bit of luck. Well, perhaps luck isn't the right word. Shortly after composing this letter, which, by the way, never made it to his sister, he died whilst hunting wild boar. No, most certainly luck is not the proper choice of word. _____________________________________
We come from all walks of life. From all ranks and stations. All races and
backgrounds. Some of us are born into the Occulo Sodalis, others recruited, and
a
small number of individuals survive in seeking us. One thing that we all hold
common is the belief that the core values of Foret must prevail. There must be
Justice. There must be Righteousness. There must be Pride.
The world must be made Just or else all shall fall to chaos. This must not be
allowed to happen or else the foul God Darden shall come into power.
Those in the world must be treated with Righteousness for if not balance will
occur. Should this happen, the Goddess Isonia, who ignored all, shall come into
power.
Those that follow the Pure path of Foret must hold Pride deep in their hearts so
that they shall never lose heart in this most important of battles.
Ages ago the Angel Tal Beren spoke these words which are the creed we live
by.True power does not come from wielding a sword. Rather it comes
from influencing those that do.
arly.
For the first couple of months I committed nothing but personal matters to its
pages. As this method was seeming to have a positive effect on my mental
status,
I began writing matters of state in its pages. One week ago I sat down and
reread my journal from its inception to its last entry. What I found at first
confused
me then when I realized the implications, chilled me to the very core of my
soul.
When I compared what I wrote at the time I first considered each decision with
what I know now I realize that something, or someone, has been at work
undermining my very thoughts. I found a consistent pattern of guidance that
changed my decisions.
Unfortunately upon deeper examination I found that either all of my advisors are
working together to alter my thoughts and decisions or else
GM: Paladin
AGM: General
Squad Leader: Ambassador
Full Member: Knight
Member: Soldier
Newbie: Slave
Isonia has help us a lot. Now is time for us to serve her