I joined forces with a rather energetic Corite named Eisen, the other morning in Elan Plateau, and together created our own brand of chaos on the alien races. Seeing as he was a Zealot just like myself, there was no gap in learning teamwork between the two of us.
A short look, a nod, a small flick of the wrists - these were all it took to signal a simultaneous Full Swing attack on a target. If the Bellato or Accretian still lived then, another combined Pressure or Clout Chop attack would manage to erase them from existence.
He coined us the "Bash Brothers" because of our same favored weapons: the Hora Hammer. Although I see him brandishing a spear these days, the nickname stuck to the two of us. Not that I mind; I am actually proud to be called a brother to this valiant soldier.
Apparently, he is a noble from some region, as he is called "Count" by others. I do not know exactly where, as we have never really spoken about it. Perhaps it is a show of respect for each other that we do not ask about each other's pasts; only the present, the relevant.
If all Corites could form bonds such as this so quickly, we would become an unstoppable force. I believe this is slowly coming to be, however, as I see Lady Quiane Khan in jubilant spirits these days, with the string of Chip War victories (especially with last night's epic battle).
Thursday, September 13, 2007
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
To Battle
A small orb of fire grew from the middle of her palm like a candle, and it danced for a moment before it joined the wind. It was a breezy day in the Sunny Plain, and it cooled our skin of our sweat from the day's practice. I sat down on the grass along with Arlaune, an apprentice summoner recently assigned to the Holy Novus War.
Her Paimon, some meters away, looked very young, and did not show the tell-tale battle scars of the other Fausts' summons. However, I saw in her eyes a pure desire to become stronger, and as her fledgling summon battled against the Diggers and Stinkbugs, I had no doubts. She had come here only a year ago, she once told me, for she wished to be recognized as a high priestess.
"I did not want to fight in a war, truth be told; I wished to save lives," she told me. "Yet, I see now that in the circumstances that we are in, one must kill others to protect. It is a sad truth."
In the way she closed her eyes in contemplation, I could see sadness, acceptance, and resilience. As I remember her words now, I wonder whether or not it still applies. This war pales in comparison and length to the War of Color, yet somehow, it brings with it a sense of urgency that appears greater than the latter. Why? I am not certain, myself, but some prophets claimed a vision of an Apocalyptic Race. I am not sure if I believe this, but there are also many other things in this world that I doubt.
Arlaune looked at me as if searching for something lost to her. "You are a strong warrior, Beramonde. What keeps you fighting?"
In the distance, a small group of children played freely under the sun, and their shadows, cast on the ground, were like black waves upon the rivers. One of the boys wielded a makeshift sword from a tree branch, while the girl brandished a doll and tied it to the young boy's back, as if it were an Inanna. And as I watched the children act out scenes of battle, I lost my answer to Arlaune's question.
Her Paimon, some meters away, looked very young, and did not show the tell-tale battle scars of the other Fausts' summons. However, I saw in her eyes a pure desire to become stronger, and as her fledgling summon battled against the Diggers and Stinkbugs, I had no doubts. She had come here only a year ago, she once told me, for she wished to be recognized as a high priestess.
"I did not want to fight in a war, truth be told; I wished to save lives," she told me. "Yet, I see now that in the circumstances that we are in, one must kill others to protect. It is a sad truth."
In the way she closed her eyes in contemplation, I could see sadness, acceptance, and resilience. As I remember her words now, I wonder whether or not it still applies. This war pales in comparison and length to the War of Color, yet somehow, it brings with it a sense of urgency that appears greater than the latter. Why? I am not certain, myself, but some prophets claimed a vision of an Apocalyptic Race. I am not sure if I believe this, but there are also many other things in this world that I doubt.
Arlaune looked at me as if searching for something lost to her. "You are a strong warrior, Beramonde. What keeps you fighting?"
In the distance, a small group of children played freely under the sun, and their shadows, cast on the ground, were like black waves upon the rivers. One of the boys wielded a makeshift sword from a tree branch, while the girl brandished a doll and tied it to the young boy's back, as if it were an Inanna. And as I watched the children act out scenes of battle, I lost my answer to Arlaune's question.
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Free Will
Many believe that they have "free will". They claim it to be the capability to make a choice in a certain situation. A Bellato mercenary who joined my unit during the War of Color once told me that he was willing to die just to protect this freedom. I wondered at the worth of his promised sacrifice.
I believe that when one speaks of "free will", it is the capability to decide any course of action regardless of circumstance. When men are face down on the ground, bleeding to death, are they able to exercise their freedom and say, "I choose not to die," and ultimately survive? Whether or not fate would bring a savior to one's tribulations is something one cannot decide by himself. There is a greater being behind all circumstances, and consequently, behind all decisions. The Great Equation forges its trail throughout all existence with unrelenting certainty.
In my younger years, I thought the Great Equation was a farce; a lie brought about by the Scribes to force the Corite population into becoming a slave race for DECEM. What blasphemy, that thought was. As I became older, I began to realize that freedom was not really what it seemed to be. I look now at fate as a new reason to all my actions. The fact that each thing I do creates a chain of effects, leading to something excites me, and gives everything I do some meaning.
Then, perhaps, this affliction had been given to me for a reason. I pray that this is not just me, forcing my own logic onto myself to calm my anxiety.
I believe that when one speaks of "free will", it is the capability to decide any course of action regardless of circumstance. When men are face down on the ground, bleeding to death, are they able to exercise their freedom and say, "I choose not to die," and ultimately survive? Whether or not fate would bring a savior to one's tribulations is something one cannot decide by himself. There is a greater being behind all circumstances, and consequently, behind all decisions. The Great Equation forges its trail throughout all existence with unrelenting certainty.
In my younger years, I thought the Great Equation was a farce; a lie brought about by the Scribes to force the Corite population into becoming a slave race for DECEM. What blasphemy, that thought was. As I became older, I began to realize that freedom was not really what it seemed to be. I look now at fate as a new reason to all my actions. The fact that each thing I do creates a chain of effects, leading to something excites me, and gives everything I do some meaning.
Then, perhaps, this affliction had been given to me for a reason. I pray that this is not just me, forcing my own logic onto myself to calm my anxiety.
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