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Calaethis Dragonsbane · 08-05-2005, 10:01 AM

OOC(1): Okay, it's morning now and I'll post; let me know when you've all read the above post so I can delete it, mmk?
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Isokla remained silent during Detheriel's speech, her eyes focused upon something distant, her head slightly bowed. Softly she spoke, her words for Detheriel's ears, yet her meaning meant for all; "All that you say is true, but it is not by my hand that the blood of other's is spilt." Despite her gentle tone, she placed slight emphasis on her words though it was not cutting, nor sharp; "Personal guilt? Tainted regardless of association? I think not." Although she had not quoted him exactly, that is how she had interperated it, "You are murderers, one and all. No matter whether you kill in self defence, or kill for glory, lust, power or gold, you still kill. Even if you were a child who slew in self defence to save your own life or the life of another, you are still a killer. Even if the one you kill would have killed you, you are still a killer. When you have taken a life, any life, you have slain and that makes you no better then those whom you would kill. Regardless of your motives, your justification, you are all killers. Nothing will ever change that fact, nor can you ever escape from it. Your own actions have damned you... you've been stained with the blood of others, forever."

Closing her pale blue eyes, Isokla looked away with a long sigh, "Killing is never the 'right' answer..." the girl paused, "But then, in this world there are no 'right' answers. There is only power. That is how it will always be, and men shall always murder other men. We are a dispicable race and we shall destroy and consumes ourselves if we do not change." Turning further, the girl whispered, "And the only solance I have is... that I am no better than any of you. You will snuff out the lives of others whether I am with you or not. Ultimately, it will make no difference. You will all kill or be killed. That is the way of the world."

Slowly, she stumbled her way over to a fallen tree and sat down on it heavily with a sigh, though she was still the image of graceful elegance. Somewhere along her speech, her aura had changed and she radiated a downtrodden feel, as though suddenly, she was terribly tired and the weight of the world's burdens were upon her shoulders. Her silvery hair covered her, wrapped her within a silken blanket and concealing her features, whilst her face stared down with tired eyes at the soft ground in front of her. Meanwhile, the tears of the heavens had begun to fall again, drifting down in gentle raindrops as a slow mist rose from the forest floor. Twilight was upon them and soon it would be night. Already the stars had begun to emerge, glistening like flickering candles through the heavy, laden low-cast slate-grey cloud. The trees of the forest stood out greener and lusher than before and shielded the worst of the misty droplets from the party even as a light gust of wind sprinkled them from the trees onto them. Involentarily, Isokla shivered and wrapped herself tigher in her cloak, tugging at her scarf while holding back a sneeze.
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OOC(2): A bit poetical, but that's okay. If you've any qs, drop me a line. Enjoy!
Edit: Oops, forgot to get rid of my sig. My bad...

[ 08-05-2005, 03:12 PM: Message edited by: Calaethis Dragonsbane ]

08-05-2005, 10:01 AM	#88
Calaethis Dragonsbane Legion Symbol Join Date: May 29, 2002 Location: Somewhere in between Age: 40 Posts: 7,029	OOC(1): Okay, it's morning now and I'll post; let me know when you've all read the above post so I can delete it, mmk? --- Isokla remained silent during Detheriel's speech, her eyes focused upon something distant, her head slightly bowed. Softly she spoke, her words for Detheriel's ears, yet her meaning meant for all; "All that you say is true, but it is not by my hand that the blood of other's is spilt." Despite her gentle tone, she placed slight emphasis on her words though it was not cutting, nor sharp; "Personal guilt? Tainted regardless of association? I think not." Although she had not quoted him exactly, that is how she had interperated it, "You are murderers, one and all. No matter whether you kill in self defence, or kill for glory, lust, power or gold, you still kill. Even if you were a child who slew in self defence to save your own life or the life of another, you are still a killer. Even if the one you kill would have killed you, you are still a killer. When you have taken a life, any life, you have slain and that makes you no better then those whom you would kill. Regardless of your motives, your justification, you are all killers. Nothing will ever change that fact, nor can you ever escape from it. Your own actions have damned you... you've been stained with the blood of others, forever." Closing her pale blue eyes, Isokla looked away with a long sigh, "Killing is never the 'right' answer..." the girl paused, "But then, in this world there are no 'right' answers. There is only power. That is how it will always be, and men shall always murder other men. We are a dispicable race and we shall destroy and consumes ourselves if we do not change." Turning further, the girl whispered, "And the only solance I have is... that I am no better than any of you. You will snuff out the lives of others whether I am with you or not. Ultimately, it will make no difference. You will all kill or be killed. That is the way of the world." Slowly, she stumbled her way over to a fallen tree and sat down on it heavily with a sigh, though she was still the image of graceful elegance. Somewhere along her speech, her aura had changed and she radiated a downtrodden feel, as though suddenly, she was terribly tired and the weight of the world's burdens were upon her shoulders. Her silvery hair covered her, wrapped her within a silken blanket and concealing her features, whilst her face stared down with tired eyes at the soft ground in front of her. Meanwhile, the tears of the heavens had begun to fall again, drifting down in gentle raindrops as a slow mist rose from the forest floor. Twilight was upon them and soon it would be night. Already the stars had begun to emerge, glistening like flickering candles through the heavy, laden low-cast slate-grey cloud. The trees of the forest stood out greener and lusher than before and shielded the worst of the misty droplets from the party even as a light gust of wind sprinkled them from the trees onto them. Involentarily, Isokla shivered and wrapped herself tigher in her cloak, tugging at her scarf while holding back a sneeze. --- OOC(2): A bit poetical, but that's okay. If you've any qs, drop me a line. Enjoy! Edit: Oops, forgot to get rid of my sig. My bad... [ 08-05-2005, 03:12 PM: Message edited by: Calaethis Dragonsbane ]