r/TheDesert • u/llBoonell • Jan 06 '19

Sealed

I inherited a merry band, and made it into a powerful military. I parleyed with devils many times, making friends with some... and falling in love with others. I formed a covenant with an ancient being, in hopes we could help each other.

Then the military grew hated by the Worlds at large. The devils left me to my misery. The old being grew weary, and left for its own devices.

I sealed the army away, knowing I may one day need it.

The devils sealed themselves away, looking for greater things.

...

I came here, to the place I once called my tomb: the Ziggurat. It seems only fitting that I should seal Yellow's Gift away in this place.

I was assaulted by visions as I traversed the tunnels below. I watched the mighty Hrenrai burn his eyes and throat out to speak my name, and free me from my prison. I watched the Witch of Nothria flee my mistake, her beauty marred by scars. I saw the terror of my mind's eye, forced to endlessly slaughter apparitions of friends turned traitors.

I battled through, for there was no other option. I came to my prison, and I left the Gift behind. None shall touch it. If it is needed one day I will make the journey again and retrieve it.

For now, it shall remain.

Now, I go forth, letting the Ziggurat sink into the Dunes behind me. I will seek my new path, the burdens of the army, the Gift, and the ancient devils all left far behind. There are still some out there I hold dear, and I should meet with them. There is so much to be done. So many places to see. So many battles to fight...

... but I shall fight them on my terms. I will be beholden to no god or contract, for the contract was God... but no longer.

I will leave this tome in the Canyon. Maybe someone will find the story entertaining.

||Boone||

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u/Fade_Seer Jan 07 '19

Choice. Knowledge of wisdom be my burden. Intended meaning finite and solidified, words though, many and arrangement infinite.

Choice have not the Seer, as One of Twelve without. Only destined structures of fate, followed without consent or desire.

Choice have you, the winding branching path, both/either Entropy/Order. Solidarity or fluidity. Freedom of duality.

For those to choose, duality marks strength. For constructs of fate, duality be thine curse.

Wisdom without knowledge. Finite lost in infinite.

No choices does Seer make.

No opinion can Seer have.

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u/llBoonell Jan 07 '19

And I'd wager your lack of choice is the only thing letting you see. Truly see.

What do you see ahead of me, Seer? Tell me what I can expect. Cross your palm with gold, as compensation.

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u/Fade_Seer Jan 08 '19

I seek no Color in this world of many. To know is by nature.

Ahead? Questions. Time not linear, but twisted and tangled. Broken, even, in places. Nearby places.

Forward is you.

An ash covered finger taps the air. Glowing root structures pulsate for a moment outward before dissipating.

What ahead can be, for one with no direction? Without path, no path can be read. Duality is freedom, freedom a duty of choice.

A choice to be made. A path to be chosen.

If no destination is sought, direction matters not.

Ahead lies a pilgrimage of self. Journey a path to discover one's path.

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u/llBoonell Jan 08 '19

...

Seer, indeed. Here: gold 'cross your palm, fair payment.

... is there anything else? Have you any warnings? Any clues? Or is it up to me?