They pretend to give us life, but we are now thier slaves.
Posted: Mon Sep 11, 2006 8:41 pm
Has is occurred to any of you that the mercy we are being granted from the higher powers is a subtle form of slavery?
Oh, on the face of it, it is no big deal, Ma-Duk promises to restore a homin to life if the homin is slain. Jena promises the same to her faithful. In exchange, we pay back a death penalty, and Atys keeps moving.
But consider what if the Powers threatened to stop bringing us back unless we were truly devoted. What if we had to prove our allegiance over and over in order to rely on the gift of everlasting life? Would we comply? Would we take up the banner for our chosen god in order to secure the so-called blessing of immortality? For some, it is a moot point, they are dedicated to their path, and would breathlessly answer a divine call, whether or not a reward was promised. But there are others who are trying, desperately; and perhaps hopelessly, to follow a path of neutrality, only taking from the powers what they freely offer without compromise. What would they do if the promise of rebirth were held contingent on oaths of fealty?
And let us examine if this endless existence is really a blessing at all. Do we take any great care as we wander through the wild places of Atys? Or have we become accustom to taking great risk, knowing that there is very little pain in failure? That the reward is so great, and the risk is so small has helped many homin to achieve great power. We suffer, bleed and die; only to be brought back again and again, training the perfect soldier in a war between gods.
Those that learn to harness magic find that to cast the most powerful spells requires immense sacrifice. Sap and blood literally seeps from our skin, pushing painfully through each pour. We grow weaker with each spell, needing to rely on other magic users in order to replenish our bodies; causing those casters the same suffering, time after time after time.
Those that push blades are not spared. In order to defeat the great creatures of Atys, our warriors learn ways to push their bodies beyond normal limits, causing themselves wounds while inflicting them on others. Taking the flesh to the point of exhaustion, and on top of it all, suffering the attacks of their opponents.
It is clear: we lead violent lives of pain and sorrow. We are spared death only because the great powers of Atys wish to use us for their own end. Were it not for them, a homin would be responsible for his own life and live it simply. We would hunt from the bounty of Atys, learn to harvest only what we need; and not attempt to rend body and soul to summon fire and lightning from nothing. Or strain muscle and sinew to sever the flesh of a creature we could never eat.
Keep in mind the next time you are called back form your eternal rest; you do not owe Jena or Ma-Duk a thing for their service. It amuses them to watch you suffer even as you train for their war. And when they need leverage to compel you to comply with a command that you would usually ignore, they will use your addiction to immortality against you.
Oh, on the face of it, it is no big deal, Ma-Duk promises to restore a homin to life if the homin is slain. Jena promises the same to her faithful. In exchange, we pay back a death penalty, and Atys keeps moving.
But consider what if the Powers threatened to stop bringing us back unless we were truly devoted. What if we had to prove our allegiance over and over in order to rely on the gift of everlasting life? Would we comply? Would we take up the banner for our chosen god in order to secure the so-called blessing of immortality? For some, it is a moot point, they are dedicated to their path, and would breathlessly answer a divine call, whether or not a reward was promised. But there are others who are trying, desperately; and perhaps hopelessly, to follow a path of neutrality, only taking from the powers what they freely offer without compromise. What would they do if the promise of rebirth were held contingent on oaths of fealty?
And let us examine if this endless existence is really a blessing at all. Do we take any great care as we wander through the wild places of Atys? Or have we become accustom to taking great risk, knowing that there is very little pain in failure? That the reward is so great, and the risk is so small has helped many homin to achieve great power. We suffer, bleed and die; only to be brought back again and again, training the perfect soldier in a war between gods.
Those that learn to harness magic find that to cast the most powerful spells requires immense sacrifice. Sap and blood literally seeps from our skin, pushing painfully through each pour. We grow weaker with each spell, needing to rely on other magic users in order to replenish our bodies; causing those casters the same suffering, time after time after time.
Those that push blades are not spared. In order to defeat the great creatures of Atys, our warriors learn ways to push their bodies beyond normal limits, causing themselves wounds while inflicting them on others. Taking the flesh to the point of exhaustion, and on top of it all, suffering the attacks of their opponents.
It is clear: we lead violent lives of pain and sorrow. We are spared death only because the great powers of Atys wish to use us for their own end. Were it not for them, a homin would be responsible for his own life and live it simply. We would hunt from the bounty of Atys, learn to harvest only what we need; and not attempt to rend body and soul to summon fire and lightning from nothing. Or strain muscle and sinew to sever the flesh of a creature we could never eat.
Keep in mind the next time you are called back form your eternal rest; you do not owe Jena or Ma-Duk a thing for their service. It amuses them to watch you suffer even as you train for their war. And when they need leverage to compel you to comply with a command that you would usually ignore, they will use your addiction to immortality against you.