It has come to this. Know for however long it is that you manage to exist that it was your stone which was cast first, and my hand which has been forced. You will deal with me, or I shall see you dealt with. There is far more at stake than you yet realize, any of you. Save, perhaps, one. I would rather not fight you now, as tempting as that often is. I will need all my strength if I am to save the world.
You play at being heroes, filling each other's ears with your righteous anger and fiercely held truths.
Your anger clouds your vision red.
Your truths are falsehoods in crimson cloaks.
You have, all of you, committed two grave errors here. Firstly, you have steadfastly refused to look at an issue from a step back. It has been far easier, infinitely easier, to assume there is always only a right and a wrong, and that because your side has you on it, it must be right. I would say you were misled, but in truth you were simply pointed in a direction and all to eagerly followed it without ever looking anywhere but where your next footfall will be. “We haven't gone wrong yet,” you say “and that means we never will.” Suppose you saw two children fight over who will play with a toy. If one child ran to you and said “She won't share, and I'm sad”, you might well say “let us go and speak with her, and you can both take turns”. But if the child runs to you and says, “She took my toy and pushed me and said she'd hit me if I told”, every one of you seems to simply trust this child, and assume that only the other girl is at fault. All because a child told you, a child you just saw to be fighting. Just because something is said doesn't make it true, and important secret truths, hidden “how it really happened” tales with no evidence but say-so should be the first ones that you doubt, not the last. Oh, but the story adds up, and no one has ever altered the facts to paint themselves with the brush of purity. Oh, what fools you mortals truly are.
Secondly, you are brazen past reason, bold beyond sense, and it is the consistency of your hapless success that has you so flushed with pride at your course. You are riding a wave, and it will crash, and you will be left dashed on the rocks or washed away. Do you truly feel that you can continue this? To push and prod and mock and expect it to never come round? The sun and the moon are circles, and this is not an accident but a reminder, marching in their cycles every day and yet you keep bulling forward, confident that laws of nature and inevitability do not apply to you, as you are too special. How else am I to understand that you will openly disdain make mockery with your every action, to let nothing pass through your mind and out your lips without adding on your clever little joke? Deride an important man for years while he makes no reply, and you must not be surprised when that man finally speaks it goes ill not just for you, but those who laughed and those who said nothing to stop you. I am far more than a man, and there is none more important than I.
However, I have been shown something of what is to come, and I trust that at least some among you can set aside your blind nobility long enough to say “Yes, we have been foes, but I'd rather us both alive and fight each other than both dead and past all hope.” To forestall certain tired arguments, I am not referring to only one person among you dying. It really will be closer to all of your and your families. I did not write this to threaten anyone, and I am not looking for open arms. If any among you can look outside of our shared conflicts and agree that we all benefit if we all survive, then those people need only find themselves alone and unwatched and call out to me, and I will reach out to them. Some of your nobles have given orders that I am to be attacked, and I do not wish to provoke any violence. I would prefer that one of your several squires make me a vouch of good faith, but I will work with less formal groups or individuals if that is what I am given. I expect no helpful replies here, only a rebuke by whichever of your esteemed Justicars or Knights or hotheaded "Lords of Stoneroost" first chances to see this. When you are alone, I will be there, as I have always been.
I have the knowledge and very nearly the power to save us all from a fate far worse than death. As you so often put your lives on the line, set now your pride in the hands of fate and trust that this must be done.
-Fever Grey, Crown Prince of the Fey, Lord of Eidereban
You play at being heroes, filling each other's ears with your righteous anger and fiercely held truths.
Your anger clouds your vision red.
Your truths are falsehoods in crimson cloaks.
You have, all of you, committed two grave errors here. Firstly, you have steadfastly refused to look at an issue from a step back. It has been far easier, infinitely easier, to assume there is always only a right and a wrong, and that because your side has you on it, it must be right. I would say you were misled, but in truth you were simply pointed in a direction and all to eagerly followed it without ever looking anywhere but where your next footfall will be. “We haven't gone wrong yet,” you say “and that means we never will.” Suppose you saw two children fight over who will play with a toy. If one child ran to you and said “She won't share, and I'm sad”, you might well say “let us go and speak with her, and you can both take turns”. But if the child runs to you and says, “She took my toy and pushed me and said she'd hit me if I told”, every one of you seems to simply trust this child, and assume that only the other girl is at fault. All because a child told you, a child you just saw to be fighting. Just because something is said doesn't make it true, and important secret truths, hidden “how it really happened” tales with no evidence but say-so should be the first ones that you doubt, not the last. Oh, but the story adds up, and no one has ever altered the facts to paint themselves with the brush of purity. Oh, what fools you mortals truly are.
Secondly, you are brazen past reason, bold beyond sense, and it is the consistency of your hapless success that has you so flushed with pride at your course. You are riding a wave, and it will crash, and you will be left dashed on the rocks or washed away. Do you truly feel that you can continue this? To push and prod and mock and expect it to never come round? The sun and the moon are circles, and this is not an accident but a reminder, marching in their cycles every day and yet you keep bulling forward, confident that laws of nature and inevitability do not apply to you, as you are too special. How else am I to understand that you will openly disdain make mockery with your every action, to let nothing pass through your mind and out your lips without adding on your clever little joke? Deride an important man for years while he makes no reply, and you must not be surprised when that man finally speaks it goes ill not just for you, but those who laughed and those who said nothing to stop you. I am far more than a man, and there is none more important than I.
However, I have been shown something of what is to come, and I trust that at least some among you can set aside your blind nobility long enough to say “Yes, we have been foes, but I'd rather us both alive and fight each other than both dead and past all hope.” To forestall certain tired arguments, I am not referring to only one person among you dying. It really will be closer to all of your and your families. I did not write this to threaten anyone, and I am not looking for open arms. If any among you can look outside of our shared conflicts and agree that we all benefit if we all survive, then those people need only find themselves alone and unwatched and call out to me, and I will reach out to them. Some of your nobles have given orders that I am to be attacked, and I do not wish to provoke any violence. I would prefer that one of your several squires make me a vouch of good faith, but I will work with less formal groups or individuals if that is what I am given. I expect no helpful replies here, only a rebuke by whichever of your esteemed Justicars or Knights or hotheaded "Lords of Stoneroost" first chances to see this. When you are alone, I will be there, as I have always been.
I have the knowledge and very nearly the power to save us all from a fate far worse than death. As you so often put your lives on the line, set now your pride in the hands of fate and trust that this must be done.
-Fever Grey, Crown Prince of the Fey, Lord of Eidereban
