An Unending Gaze
A World of Warcraft Roleplaying Blog
"Why is the void?"
"You ask why when you think to ask what, but I feel that it is not something that can be classified as what it should or should not be. Saying 'it' is an 'it' is an odd turn of phrase in itself. It gives it's a physical presence that does not exist. At least as I see it in my eyes."
"For there is no end to it's place or presence within our world. Is it a cadre of beings centered at the end of the universe?"
"Yes."
"Is it a force of nature that deems what should or not be?"
"Yes."
"A concept only built within our minds to give a crutch to the inevitability of reality?"
"Yes."
"It is everything and nothing. It is the absence of all and the entirely of all. We will never understand it. We will never command it. We will never know it."
"But we can hear it."
"We can listen. We can learn."
"We can serve."
"For only living to learn can we die in service to the plan."
"Dying is not meant to be casual, tossed around like it is nothing. Dying is hard. Dying is awful."
"Dying is painful."
"We are not meant to die for it or live for it. For as dying can be all those things, living is just as much. It's hard. It's awful."
"It's painful."
"But we are not here to wax upon what we are to gain from 'it' or what we are to give to 'it'. We are here to spread the true message to all. The truest and greatest gift any one could ask for."
"Peace."
"Peace IS the answer. But we must struggle. For with our struggle we search for the question."
"It is the one thing we can find within it. To stare into the abyss and find the silence. To hear the nothing. To embrace the emptiness and touch that peace all hearts yearn for. From the savage orc, to the fretful man, and even to the cursed Forsaken. In sleep. In wakefulness. In dream."
"In death."
"Peace is the answer."
"We will find it. We will bask in it. We will hear it's song and spread to all those of the silent cries in their hearts."
"We can fail. We will fail. It is inevitable."
"But we can also succeed."
"Prisoners are not only brought down by catapult and siege. They are brought down by will. By tenacity. By faith."
"We but only need to feel it. Touch it. Sit with it."
"And let it fill all worlds, times, and spaces with it's pure intent."
"Peace. Is. The. Answer."
The small gathering of souls within the basement whispered it back in a chorus of shaky tones, but none could match the croak of the ravaged crone who sat upon the dirt floor. Her pale purple skin a near deathly gray from the rot that seemed to eat away from inside, a living corpse was a optimistic assessment of Oplisca Du'mere. Bone thin hands to match with her body, a naked body covered in crdue scarification done by a mad child artist's nail, and the yellowed teeth to match those claws that were brought to bear by dried broken lips. Most would call her forsaken if not for the beating heart that nested within the wasted sagging flesh, for she was alive.
This time.
For as much as the husk withered and died, the eyes within that bald tight skull burned bright. She was here and she was everywhere now. The blonde girl of so many years ago was long since twisted into nothing and gone into the very heart of her lover. She spoke of the void as a shapeless entity and truly she believed that.
But there were others. There were always others. And there was her true love.
C'thun.
The unending gaze.
Oh how she yearned for that sight, how she fought for it. Begged for it. Sacrificed for it.
"They are ready."
Weakly, Oplisca would nod as she lifted a crooked finger. "Then let us break this fast and find what hearts need."
There were no screams or chants, only the drip of blood as the gathering worked on the 'chosen'.
Peace. Is. The. Answer.
