Cetashwayo
Lord of Ten Thousand Years
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And? Does Vashti seem like some kind of highly philosophical mature saint who's thought through the implications of her desires in detail?I don't like the write in. It feels like it could easily be used to justify atrocities in the name of peace.
Making a safe place feels too small a goal though. Vashti's an ambitious kid and it feels weird for her to simply aim for a place where she and her loved ones can hide away and be safe. She seems to want actual change.I don't like the write in. It feels like it could easily be used to justify atrocities in the name of peace.
"Make a world" vs "Make a safe place"
One of those requires a warlike mentality. The other can be achieved instantly and without harming those who mean no harm.
It makes me uneasy, to be frank.
And? Does Vashti seem like some kind of highly philosophical mature saint who's thought through the implications of her desires in detail?
Flaws are good. Flaws give us character arcs, challenges, and stories.
You're not wrong. But I'd argue we aren't looking for the perfect character that doesn't have any problems here. We're looking to create the legend of Vashti.
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Also, if we cause atrocities, that's gonna be on us. Like, having ideals that could be be used as justification for atrocities is hardly abnormal. Especially for people who do Great ThingsTM (though we'll try to avoid Terrible )
4. This entire post of yours is baffling to me. It seems more like you're saying that even with the implications in the write in, it's fine because it adds an interesting flaw and *shrug*, basically. Which is a fine stance to take, I suppose, but is the intention to convince me of something or just to show a counterpoint that happens to start with "And?" If this is meant to be persuasive, it didn't work for me, because it just tries to justify Vashti going from "a little shit" to "a terror in the making", and not in a good way. If it's just meant to be informative, then I appreciate you taking the time to share.
"Make a world" vs "Make a safe place"
One of those requires a warlike mentality. The other can be achieved instantly and without harming those who mean no harm.
Isn't this what Abrahamic angels tend to tell humans, due to how eldritch they look?
2. "Seraphim" are mentioned first here. And it's not the last time that angels are alluded to in some way or another. (See below)
This leads me to initially think it's like most faiths that mention spiritual messengers or even the Abrahamic faiths in particular which mention angels and archangels and so forth. But two things make me think again and realize that it might be a lot more literal than it appears.
This is what angels are known for telling humans when first meeting them. Because angels are not comforting, they are not kind, and they are not beautiful. They are terrible and terrifying beings that exist as messengers and guides beyond human comprehension. What says that they aren't also spirits?
What do we, personally, know about angels?/have learned about them?
Hmmm. If grandma kills him, angels might show up to get him. I don't know if I want this or not.
I was bit confused by the idea that we'd want a safe and easy ambition.
Ah, ok. I agree with that.Fair enough, I didn't see it that way, I believe that it'd have different scale and scope, not necessarily different intensity, if that makes any sense.
I think everybody has a subject where they react like that.There was never a more loathsome subject for you to study, and a more enjoyable subject for Godei to teach, than mentsh. That bonny array of etiquettes and manners sallied forth against the fortress of your mind, and you did all you could to shut them out.
First of all it is always nice to get a little background to the different schools and it makes sense to me that Vashti sees the world through the lense of her favoured schools. Or in this case takes comfort in their teachings.Zurahna has said that everything and everyone has an order under heaven. There are hierarchies of Angels, and hierarchies of souls, and the five levels of being, and the ten attributes of God, or thirteen attributes if one is feeling particularly randy that day. There is a certain way of things that is drawing from the secrets and revelations of creation. When God created the world, when God sunk Babarak, all was under a certain plan of creation that you attribute to a terrible sort of finality. You didn't have to like it or approve of it, but it simply was, and it was comprehensible precisely because everything followed a certain order and plan and logic. It didn't have to be a logic that mortals could make sense of, but you could learn it and apply directly to your studies. It never cared that you were a peasant: only that you were a proper servant of God. All souls are equal under heaven.
Oh, of course it makes sense that Vashti despises the ethical school that says she should just be a peasant without ambitions or dreams of her own.It bars commoners from certain professions, imposes the "chambers" on the country, with the chamber of the Upper Priesthood having the greatest status and greatest privileges. God's power is absolute and divine, but the priests draw their power as much from the social conventions they have imposed. They have power because they say they have power. You don't agree.
A vicious part of your mind even whispered, once or twice, that it was a good thing that your village was burned because then you would no longer be bound by convention to marry a man from another village and carve out a plot, uselessly and endlessly farming until you withered and died.
So now we have a rough oversight about the religious orders and their duties in our country. Do they all have their own paths to enlightenment and superpowers? What happened to the Meliks? I am sure there is a lot more stuff in this paragraph I don't get.These are the orders: There are the Red Penitents, who are heretic militants who revel in violence, the Holy Wordsmen, who print and sell artisan's works from their monasteries and centers of learning, the Maranines, who teach and guide the children of Vaspukaran, the Black Bands, who have become the monsters of the frontier, the Cheshvans, the nomads' in priest's clothing, the Melikane Order, which we both know have long since forgotten the path of God and become Meliks, and the Vicars, who are the protectors and judges of the living and the dead
Oh god, that is sadIt makes your heart sink in your chest. Godei has been, for the past few weeks, been disappearing and reappearing with an alarming frequency. He never has time to talk, he locks himself in a room or central chamber for hours, and it seems like the only thing he can't do is care about you. It's not as if you demand his company. You don't think you're being especially demanding. You were never demanding. Your mother called you the "silent child", preferring to watch and gaze with those unnatural silver eyes of yours than wail incessantly. That came later, but only because you so often felt yourself left behind. Your sister was groomed to become the leader of the commune, your brother would eventually take your father's place in learning how to ride moa and shoot a gun. You would get to learn how to weave and get married off, and that would be it.
That is painfull to read, even more so if you know people who had such an upbringing.You never doubted that your family didn't love you, but they never told you so. They never complimented you on a thing you did, because to do so would be to single you out in the commune, and that would have been terrible. Instead, you were shunted aside, noticed but not appreciated. Just another child in the village, like your friend Boros who never got to play anything more than the meek peasant boy until the day your world collapsed around you. You idly wonder if he survived. Probably not.
The terrible thing about being an observant child is that everything hurt. Boros or Gad, the monastery's placid shepherd boy, might have been able to coast through life with a degree of obliviousness to their own minuteness, but you could never do that. You paid attention to the fact that few people paid real attention to you. Stray looks gave you a flutter of happiness, someone speaking to you a rush of adrenaline. At least then someone was paying attention. It was always outrageous that someone named after the greatest queen in history, the Bambisnan Vashti, the last queen of Babarak and the one who ushered in the world-ending flood through sheer will, was just an afterthought in the eyes of her own village. But complaining about it would have been impolite, untoward, or utterly inappropriate.
Speak to me you neglectful idiot. I am sure Godei has reasons for his behaviour, or at least he thinks he does, but he sure failed the master-apprentice-relationship class.If he gets angry about it being gone then perhaps he'll finally talk to you about something. As you leave the room, your eyes linger on its empty place on the mantle and you stop, hesitation giving momentary pause to your plotting, and you almost snuff out the act of rebellion right then and there. But then you remember him breaking your promise, and your heart hardens.
I like the description of the library, I can practically smell the books.You push open the heavy metal double doors with their calligraphic designs and enter inside. Light streams in from the high windows, bringing some color to an otherwise bland wall. At the near end a group of four huge printing presses, normally worked by monks and nuns to produce the paper documents and woodcuts that the monastery sells to the surrounding area, lie untouched and dormant. On the floor there are still the old stains from where giant bookshelves once stood, now replaced by this printer's workshop.
Ah yes, a medieval monastery. We are poor, clothe in burlap but don't ask how much this desk cost.This secret ostentation belies the true wealth of the Holy Word; they are an order that plays at poverty but have stores of riches in unlikely places. This library and its concentration of sandalwood is only the tip of a secretive iceberg that you have no doubt Abbot Tado hides behind his affable smile.
Godei a little bit more would sure have been useful.You push yourself up against one of the printing presses and take a deep breath. This man is a Red Penitent, the very people Godei warned you about "revelling in violence". He's told you precious else, but what you do know is extremely unpleasant.
So is Tado in contact with the Penitents to get rid of the army? Also once again the Vicar's have a lot of enemies."Here's the thing, uh, Abbot. Here's the thing. I kill Vicars. You understand? I respect your rules under your roof, but Abbot, oh Abbot, I'm not much of a man to be patient. Sometimes my mind wanders or my hand slips and bam, I kill a vicar. You know very well why I do. We've been over this before. I've been here before with the same request. You want the Red Penitents to help you? Hand them over."
Ok, this is important. They sound like quite the force multipliers and posess abilities I am not sure we knew were possible. I want to look into that particular mystery box."Not rumors, but yeah. Yeah, he did. He's got this long-time one, can't remember his name, but they call him The Builder, because he makes golems and sends them out to do all kinds of monstrous things for him. Could be one in this monastery right now and you wouldn't know till he struck. And the other one...oooh, that one's new. Calls himself the Grand Sage, some kind of hedge witch with delusions of glory. Showed up to the camp and has been cooking the army's stews and broths. Purportedly making them stronger with blessings." Bluff stops walking then and you have to resist the temptation to peek around the printing press even as you are distracted by this new. Two Vicars? How would you ever...how could you ever fight against him? What is Godei doing in all of this? Does he know?
I like Abbot Tado, he sounds like a decent man."What are you talking about now?" The abbot practically spits out, "are you playing a mind game with me? There is no-" He stops because he must have seen you too.
You try your best to stay behind the press, not making a sound or moving at all. You are frozen in place by indecision, still shocked by him seeing you.
"Bluff," the Abbot says in an almost begging voice, "Bluff, don't do anything rash. She is seventeen, Bluff. She doesn't even know who you are."
Oh god, that is cute and funny."No thanks, I'm good, thank you very much." You yell from behind the printing press.
The entire exchange beforehand is great. Vashti standing her ground, Bluff being slightly perplexed but still a clear threat. Thinking about it, Vasthi figured Bluff out pretty fast and he compliments her on her observance in comparison to other Vicars. Is that because she favours Chesed and that paricular school is not favoured by most other Vicar's, or are they too pridefull to actually look at other people? Or is that her peasant upbringing and her prior experience eith him speaking? Hm, maybe it's a combination.
Once again I liked the little fight scene. It conveyed clearly what these schools do, that Vashti is dangerous but still a learner and that Bluff could swat her if he wanted.He holds Godei's sword in his hands, and he wordlessly bends it in half before letting it drop beside you with a clatter.
Ok, that answers my question about other paths to enlighenment and superpowers. Also pot meet kettle."That's the trouble with Vicars. They always think they know all the hidden tricks and their route is the only route. Closeminded folk. Of course, I don't punch Vicars because they're closeminded, I punch them because they're witches responsible for most of the ills in this country."
You can practically see his thought-process here: "I don't want to kill the girl, but she is a Vicar... damn, I need a reason to not kill her...ah, hospitality of course let's go with that.""Well, alright." Bluff says with a sigh as he crouches down to your level, a few feet away. "then I won't bother you much more. I just wanna ask you one question. Not a very complicated question. I always ask a Vicar this question before I kill them, but for you I just want to ask it for future reference. You give me it and I'll leave you alone, I swear to God. It's not...well, it's not good luck to kill guests under a monastery's roof. Yeah, let's go with that."
Ok, that answers my question about other paths to enlighenment and superpowers. Also pot meet kettle.
Vashti's going to turn out to be like Judith sooner or later, isn't she?
I was actually in Rome this summer and saw Caravaggio's Judith. Fantastic painting.
But probably not, no