Colchis - 830.M30
In the flickering light of the campfire, Lorgar sat opposite you, his gaze fixed upon the dancing flames, absorbing every word you spoke with a reverence that bespoke of his deep respect for your wisdom. Tonight was a night of enlightenment, as you chose to impart upon him some of your most cherished philosophies, hoping they would serve as guiding stars in his journey through life.
"Look beyond the obvious, my Son," you began, your voice resonating with a quiet authority that commanded attention. "In every circumstance, there lies a deeper truth waiting to be unveiled. It is easy to be swayed by surface appearances, but true enlightenment comes from diving beneath the surface, from unraveling the hidden truths that shape our existence."
"And remember the lessons of the past; let them illuminate the path to the future," you continued, your words carrying the weight of ages past. "History is a tapestry woven with the threads of triumphs and failures, each thread holding valuable lessons for those who seek to learn. By heeding the wisdom of our forebears, we can chart a course towards a brighter tomorrow."
"Be steadfast in your judgments, my Son, both in rewards and punishments," you advised, your tone firm yet compassionate. "Consistency breeds trust and respect among those you lead. They crave certainty, a clear understanding of what is expected of them and what consequences await their actions. By remaining steadfast in your decisions, you will earn the loyalty of your followers."
"And when sharing your knowledge, do so with reverence and humility," you continued, your voice taking on a softer tone. "Knowledge is a precious gift, a beacon of light in the darkness of ignorance. But like any gift, it must be bestowed with care and consideration. Wrap your wisdom in the cloak of humility, and it will be received with gratitude and reverence. But like a precious gift, wrap it in a way that honors its value."
"Lastly, seek out the brightest embers among us and fan them until they become roaring bonfires," you concluded, your eyes gleaming with a fervent passion. "There are those among us blessed with exceptional talents and potential. It is our duty as leaders to nurture these sparks of greatness, to fuel their flames until they blaze brightly for all to see."
As the weight of your words settled upon Lorgar, he opened his mouth to respond, but you raised a hand to forestall him, a solemn expression gracing your features.
"Before you speak, my Son," you interjected, "understand that these are not mere ideas to be debated. They are the bedrock of my existence, forged through a lifetime of experience and contemplation. I must impress upon you that these are my personal beliefs, not absolute truths, but rather guiding principles that have shaped my journey. Your path may lead you to different conclusions, and that is perfectly acceptable."
Lorgar nodded in understanding, his eyes reflecting a mixture of curiosity and respect. "I see, father," he murmured. "I will honor your wisdom and allow these teachings to resonate within me, guiding my steps as I forge my own path."
With a silent nod of acknowledgement, Lorgar then asked about another topic that he had in mind.
"Why are people made into slaves, father?" Lorgar asked, his voice carrying a mix of curiosity and confusion.
You sighed, knowing the weight of the topic at hand. "The slaves of the caravan were deemed as 'The forgotten, the unclean, the unworthy,' by Kor Phaeron and the Covenant," you explained, your voice heavy with the sorrow of injustice. "They were stripped of their humanity, seen as mere tools to be used and discarded at will."
Lorgar's eyes widened in disbelief. "But why? What did they do to deserve such treatment?"
"Nothing, most of the time," you replied, a deep sadness evident in your tone. "Their only crime was being born into a world that deemed them unworthy of basic rights and dignity."
A flame of indignation flickered in Lorgar's eyes. "That's not right," he declared, his voice filled with determination. "No one should be treated as less than human, regardless of their circumstances."
You placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "I agree, Lorgar," you said. "It is a great injustice, one that we must strive to correct. But for now, our focus must be on helping those who have suffered under the yoke of slavery, to show them that they are worthy of respect and dignity."
Lorgar nodded, his resolve firm. "I understand, father. I will do whatever I can to help those in need, to show them that they are not forgotten, unclean, or unworthy."
Proud of his compassion, you smiled. "That is all I can ask for, my son," you said. "Together, we can make a difference, one small act of kindness at a time."
Then, Lorgar's tone shifted, his voice laced with a hint of vulnerability. "Father, am I a slave?" he asked, his gaze searching.
"No, Lorgar," you replied firmly, your voice resonating with authority. "You are not a slave. You are a free spirit, with the power to choose your own path."
You were not sure what brought this on, but looking at Lorgar, he genuinely believed that he was bound. You recalled his earlier words, when he made the world Kneel. That you were free. But that was for later, you look at Lorgar who seemed contemplative, as if grappling with his own thoughts.
"But what if I am? What if I am enslaved to myself, to my future, to my own fears and doubts?" he asked, his voice echoing with uncertainty.
"Then, my son, you must break those chains," you declared, your words carrying the weight of conviction. "You must free yourself from whatever holds you back, whatever limits your potential."
Tears welled up in Lorgar's eyes, reflecting the flickering light of the campfire. "But what if I fail?" he whispered, his voice trembling with emotion.
"Then you pick yourself up and try again," you stated, your tone unwavering. "Failure is not the end, but a stepping stone to success. It is through failure that we learn, grow, and become stronger."
"Thank you, father," Lorgar said, his voice filled with gratitude. "I will break my chains and be free, no matter what it takes."
"I have no doubt that you will, my son," you replied.
As the moment lingered in a comfortable silence, Lorgar's expression turned serious. "Father," he began, "we need to talk about the guards. What should we do with them?"
"Lorgar," you began, "these guards were complicit in the atrocities committed by Kor Phaeron and the Covenant. They cannot simply be let go."
Lorgar nodded, his expression thoughtful. "But they were also victims themselves, coerced into following orders out of fear or desperation," he pointed out.
Acknowledging his perspective, you continued, "True, but that does not absolve them of their actions. We must find a way to hold them accountable while also being just and fair."
Throughout the night, you and Lorgar deliberated over the fate of the guards. You discussed the possibility of rehabilitation, of giving them a chance to redeem themselves through service to the tribe. Exile was also considered, the option of sending them away to live out their days in solitude.
"But what if they refuse to change?" Lorgar asked, his concern evident in his voice. "What if they continue to pose a threat to the tribe?"
Placing a reassuring hand on his shoulder, you replied, "Then we must be prepared to take more drastic measures. But let us not lose hope in their capacity for change. Everyone deserves a chance at redemption."
As the night wore on, the two of you continued to weigh the options, considering the implications of each decision. Finally, as the first light of dawn began to illuminate the horizon, you reached a conclusion.
"We will offer the guards a choice," you decided, your voice unwavering. "They can either choose to join our tribe, to work towards a better future for all, or they can choose to leave, to find their own path elsewhere. But they must understand that their actions will have consequences."
Lorgar nodded, accepting the decision. "I will speak to them," he said, determination burning in his eyes. "I will try to convince them to choose the path of redemption."
Proud of his conviction, you remarked, "You will make a fine leader one day, Lorgar. Now, let us go and speak to the guards. The dawn of a new day awaits us, and we must face it together, as a tribe."
CHOICE:
Lorgar wants to talk to the Guards and convince them to choose to join the tribe, but you can already see the problems with this. So……
[] As part of Lorgar's debt to you, have him not just work on the Guards, but also the slaves and tribesmen and unite all three groups into one. (Lorgar gains the Project: Unify the tribe)
[] As part of Lorgar's debt to you, (Write in: Subject to GM approval).
The Debt must be something achievable, and only lasts for a Year and a day. It can, at max, be one Project's worth of AP.