balanceinallthings
01-17-07, 04:29 AM
You see a man. You, an onlooker. You brought yourself to this place. Before him.
He does not stand on a soapbox of lies, placing himself in a position on-high. His words do not fall from above, but rather face to face. Brother to brother. Brother to sister. Brother to all who would listen and know.
But then, what does he say? What words would he have you know, as he himself knows and lives? Does doubt enter your mind before he speaks? Does his appearance speak of lies? Many scars he wears.
Scars of a soldier, who would dare to speak to you of servitude?
His hair is wild and untamed, and he would speak of peace?
His eyes, youthful, uncorrupted by the injustices he has seen... He would bring you wisdom?
Shed your doubt. His words are true, if you would hear them and make them so. His gift is yours to take and comes with no price save change.
Does your oppinion change? Does his armor now shine in the sun where before it was dim and uncertain? Does his sword seem sharper where before it could not even sever the chains of doubt? Listen to his words. Form oppinions. Speak with your friends. Talk of such things over your evening meal, and when you wake tomorrow if you feel no different, if your life has not changed, better or worse, then you are still the same man you were, at no cost to yourself. But if you awake with hope, and dreams. Visions of yourself, sunning in the afternoon with no worries, no cares, and no servitude... Is it not worth it to listen? You know, as do all, that the only thing that limits a man, is his inability to seize opportunity when it is brought before him.
Listen if you will.
And if you do not, then all the best to you, for truth is always truth, regardless if there is one to hear it.
"I know not how I came to be. I know nothing but the wind on my face and the grass under my feet. My senses are all tuned to nature, for nature is all that is true. All things come from the earth, live of the earth, die, and return to the earth. The same is true of my steel, and of my heart. In knowing this, I am strong. In living by these words, I know faith. By teaching these things, I bring hope. Know this, and live free; Whether in servitude, swearing fealty to kings, or scraping what you can from the foundries of life to live the only way a leaf caught in the winds of time may know. We are all of the same earth. That is our bond, and in that, we are all kings in our own hearts.
No man may own us. No power may take that away. It is all that is true. Know this, and live free. Shed the shackles of servitude, and know that those of high birth, and those cast from the graces of god, all return to earth. It is the only rule of life. We all live, and we all die. How then, can your brother look you in the eyes and say that "you are mine to do with as I please?"
What would bring these words to come to fruitation? Why, if we are all free, do we serve?
Fear perhaps?
Have we all suffered so much over lifetimes that we would not trust the only thing, that is true of all things? Do we serve in hopes that if we are wrong, we will still have a place in the multiverse when by is by?
Know that faith is stronger than steel when tempered by the human spirit. No man can take your freedom. Only cast doubt on the freedom you already posess. It is fear that brings us to our knees, and it is fear that brings us to enslave another with the same heart. That draws the same breath. Fear is a creation of man. Not of nature. In this, I would tell you, that fear is not truth. Fear is the jail cell in which man sentances himself to rot.
To this I say... Shed your fear. Shed your need. Know what you know to be true, and wear it as your armor.
Shackles rust. Bonds crumble to dust. This is true of all things. Know this, and live free."
~Wentworth
The Somantics:
Name - Wentworth
Build - Average height, Muscular frame
Race - Human
Role - Anarchist
Hair - Wild and untamed. Brown as fresh earth.
Eyes - Young and deceptively wise. Blue as the sea.
Brief Summerization:
He has come from the East, but from whence, he speaks not. Son of a king, perhaps. He stands and speaks like royalty, but at the same time, as one of the people. He is never seen alone, for all people who see him, become part of him, connected to him. Or they do not. But when one man denies a gift, there is always another to take his place, leaving the denier with regret.
Know that he never walks the same path twice. Never retraces his steps. Never asks questions twice. He lives with purpose, and that purpose is to free man from himself. He has spilled blood, yes. He is not perfect. He has never claimed to be so. He is only free, and seeks to grant that gift to all who would have it. But he knows there are those who want not freedom. There are those who need slavery to connect themselves. Whether in servitude, or as one who men would serve. These are his enemies. An anarchist? Yes. But noble too, in his persuits, according to those who would claim to know him best. He seeks no reward. He seeks not violence.
Ask, then. Come forth if you would know more. Gather, children of gods, and children of not. Elf and man, child and mother. King, peasant, uncle, aunt, earl, jester, and tramp. Come forth slaves. Into his presense. Come forth and listen. That is all he asks.
Abilities:
Sword play - He is versed in the sword, having formal training, most likely millitary. Although he may do well to defend himself, his skill lies mainly in his words, and he has much room to improve, being average in the art.
Charisma - Men and women who look upon him, know him. People recall his name when they hear of it. When he speaks, people listen. He has the power to sway oppinion, as long as one is open to change.
Equipment:
A breast plate of steel, and a steel broad sword. Both have seen use in battle. More practical than ornamental.
A pair of leather breeches, a leather jerkin, and leather greaves, all humble and a light shade of tan.
A signet ring depicting a sun rising high over a moon. Made of gold and perhaps of value in terms of coin, although its sentimental value is immesurable.
He does not stand on a soapbox of lies, placing himself in a position on-high. His words do not fall from above, but rather face to face. Brother to brother. Brother to sister. Brother to all who would listen and know.
But then, what does he say? What words would he have you know, as he himself knows and lives? Does doubt enter your mind before he speaks? Does his appearance speak of lies? Many scars he wears.
Scars of a soldier, who would dare to speak to you of servitude?
His hair is wild and untamed, and he would speak of peace?
His eyes, youthful, uncorrupted by the injustices he has seen... He would bring you wisdom?
Shed your doubt. His words are true, if you would hear them and make them so. His gift is yours to take and comes with no price save change.
Does your oppinion change? Does his armor now shine in the sun where before it was dim and uncertain? Does his sword seem sharper where before it could not even sever the chains of doubt? Listen to his words. Form oppinions. Speak with your friends. Talk of such things over your evening meal, and when you wake tomorrow if you feel no different, if your life has not changed, better or worse, then you are still the same man you were, at no cost to yourself. But if you awake with hope, and dreams. Visions of yourself, sunning in the afternoon with no worries, no cares, and no servitude... Is it not worth it to listen? You know, as do all, that the only thing that limits a man, is his inability to seize opportunity when it is brought before him.
Listen if you will.
And if you do not, then all the best to you, for truth is always truth, regardless if there is one to hear it.
"I know not how I came to be. I know nothing but the wind on my face and the grass under my feet. My senses are all tuned to nature, for nature is all that is true. All things come from the earth, live of the earth, die, and return to the earth. The same is true of my steel, and of my heart. In knowing this, I am strong. In living by these words, I know faith. By teaching these things, I bring hope. Know this, and live free; Whether in servitude, swearing fealty to kings, or scraping what you can from the foundries of life to live the only way a leaf caught in the winds of time may know. We are all of the same earth. That is our bond, and in that, we are all kings in our own hearts.
No man may own us. No power may take that away. It is all that is true. Know this, and live free. Shed the shackles of servitude, and know that those of high birth, and those cast from the graces of god, all return to earth. It is the only rule of life. We all live, and we all die. How then, can your brother look you in the eyes and say that "you are mine to do with as I please?"
What would bring these words to come to fruitation? Why, if we are all free, do we serve?
Fear perhaps?
Have we all suffered so much over lifetimes that we would not trust the only thing, that is true of all things? Do we serve in hopes that if we are wrong, we will still have a place in the multiverse when by is by?
Know that faith is stronger than steel when tempered by the human spirit. No man can take your freedom. Only cast doubt on the freedom you already posess. It is fear that brings us to our knees, and it is fear that brings us to enslave another with the same heart. That draws the same breath. Fear is a creation of man. Not of nature. In this, I would tell you, that fear is not truth. Fear is the jail cell in which man sentances himself to rot.
To this I say... Shed your fear. Shed your need. Know what you know to be true, and wear it as your armor.
Shackles rust. Bonds crumble to dust. This is true of all things. Know this, and live free."
~Wentworth
The Somantics:
Name - Wentworth
Build - Average height, Muscular frame
Race - Human
Role - Anarchist
Hair - Wild and untamed. Brown as fresh earth.
Eyes - Young and deceptively wise. Blue as the sea.
Brief Summerization:
He has come from the East, but from whence, he speaks not. Son of a king, perhaps. He stands and speaks like royalty, but at the same time, as one of the people. He is never seen alone, for all people who see him, become part of him, connected to him. Or they do not. But when one man denies a gift, there is always another to take his place, leaving the denier with regret.
Know that he never walks the same path twice. Never retraces his steps. Never asks questions twice. He lives with purpose, and that purpose is to free man from himself. He has spilled blood, yes. He is not perfect. He has never claimed to be so. He is only free, and seeks to grant that gift to all who would have it. But he knows there are those who want not freedom. There are those who need slavery to connect themselves. Whether in servitude, or as one who men would serve. These are his enemies. An anarchist? Yes. But noble too, in his persuits, according to those who would claim to know him best. He seeks no reward. He seeks not violence.
Ask, then. Come forth if you would know more. Gather, children of gods, and children of not. Elf and man, child and mother. King, peasant, uncle, aunt, earl, jester, and tramp. Come forth slaves. Into his presense. Come forth and listen. That is all he asks.
Abilities:
Sword play - He is versed in the sword, having formal training, most likely millitary. Although he may do well to defend himself, his skill lies mainly in his words, and he has much room to improve, being average in the art.
Charisma - Men and women who look upon him, know him. People recall his name when they hear of it. When he speaks, people listen. He has the power to sway oppinion, as long as one is open to change.
Equipment:
A breast plate of steel, and a steel broad sword. Both have seen use in battle. More practical than ornamental.
A pair of leather breeches, a leather jerkin, and leather greaves, all humble and a light shade of tan.
A signet ring depicting a sun rising high over a moon. Made of gold and perhaps of value in terms of coin, although its sentimental value is immesurable.