| Board | Roleplay.old [context] |
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| Sender | Umbra |
| Date | Tue Mar 15 14:14:35 2016 |
| To | all |
| Subject | Page of Duiker's Journal |
| Once, a long time ago in the Library of Bastion, Nog told me a curious thing. He said that it was only after a fire can new things grow in a forest. The trees, he continued, block the sunlight from reaching the smaller plants, and they grab all the nutrients. If there was one unintended consequence of the death of Siva it was that. His war on magic hoarded those nutrients, and his physical presence crowded all the other Immortals out, even Smote. One could look at this as from the point of view of the gardener. The gardener is the master of his domain, a god unto the ground. When he tills the soil he imparts his will to it. But what takes hold in freshly prepared soil? Without directions from the gardener it is the weed. That pernicious brute that consumes all the nutrients so that it might live, uncaring that it does so at the expense of the other plants. When Siva died he scoured the soil, creating new opportunities. But what took his place was not the monolithic being that Siva was. Instead it was the weeds, the new Immortals. An entirely new pantheon was created. When I came to this island it was governed through the forces of Order and Chaos, Creation and Destruction. Smote and Siva. When Mephiston and Rimbol ascended, they upset that balance. I suppose it was inevitable that Siva died. With new players on the stage he couldn't be balanced, counteracted. What took his place, the new Immortals, they also couldn't be controlled. But, like the weed, their insidious growth chokes out the life from established, benign plantings. The new Immortals strangled the life from their Elders. The weed doesn't care for the tree, but then again, the fire cares for neither. |
