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[elloran]

The world burns. Madness takes some Inquestors like this, but of all the people it could have afflicted, Elloran was the last anyone would have expected. So his people flee, terrified of their mad leader, knowing that there will be no safe haven for them. Elloran is their God, if he wishes their death, they will die, whether it by his hand or another. The burning palace is deserted, and the Inquestor wanders the halls alone.

He laughs as another wing of his palace ignites, sculptures and paintings melting into dust, wall scrolls burning and crystal shattering all around him. When he speaks, it is with an amused indulgence, and his yellow eyes reflect the dancing flames.

"I was reading of ancient Earth's Rome recently. There is something satisfying about fiddling while watching destruction, is there not? Beauty in the face of madness. But what is the real art? A bar of song that will be forgotten in a hundred years? Or the instant destruction caused by a single spark?

Why fight for something that will be forgotten? Why create when destruction is so much simpler? We humans are simple creatures, enjoying glory and blood, chaos and triumph. Should we deny our nature, simply to fight inevitable entropy?

I think not.

No. Give them a spectacle and they will love me, no matter how many worlds I devive, no matter how many lives I end. Karakael is right, compassion is for the weak. One cannot become great if one is shackled by worldly ties - whether they be of love or guilt, money or art. Power is the only constant in the universe. Power and destruction."

Comments

[hok-ton.livejournal.com]

Tch. You speak a clear challenge, Ton Elloran. You would intrude upon my domain and pretend to the same ideology? I cannot help but think that my former self might hate you for mocking him so poorly.

As such, I do hope that he is too busy fighting his own demons to realize the insult. I will be happy to answer your challenge in his stead.

History there is, and no history.

I will fight you for your own sake, and pray you do not hate me for saving you.

[ton-elloran.livejournal.com]

Oh? Why should I accept, Hokh'Ton? You may have taught me the game, but you are a poor player of Makrugh. I believe I could find better opponents among my own staff than in a worn-out old Inquestor who cannot even destroy a world properly. Oops, should I say 'devive'? That's part of the game too, isn't it? Play the part, use the right words, pretend to care...I am beginning to understand why you are such a notorious cheat, Ton Karakael. That's the only thing that could possibly make this game interesting.

[hok-ton.livejournal.com]

Oh? You mock my experience? That is not wise, Loreh. You forget that I have several thousand years more experience than the man who you call your friend now. And there is none that can challenge me in the art of destruction, though I am interested in seeing you try.

Though I must admit, observing your futile rage is quite amusing. IF you continue your wanton destruction, how long do you think that you will keep your status of Ton? Surely you do not believe that you can continue being so blatant in your beliefs? This is the Inquest, and if you do not learn subtly you will be destroyed faster than I can reach you.

[ton-elloran.livejournal.com]

You have no right to lecture me, Inquestor. Would it really be such a bad thing to loose this meaningless title? I dare them to challenge me and attempt to take from me what is rightfully mine.

[hok-ton.livejournal.com]

Oh Loreh. Is that what this is really about? It would be easier to lose it all, wouldn't it? Easier than this rage, certainly. Easier than this intentional pain you cause yourself. That hasn't changed, no matter the side of your personality you show to the world.

Would that I could take your name from you. Would that I could ease your suffering and steal from you the pain. But that is everything you are, boy, much though you deny it now. That is your heritage, more so than any lands or wars you claim to own. I could no more take it from you than I could take your soul.