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 Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 9:56 pm
Adair's Journal
This journal is currently under construction. Please do not post.
Thank you for your cooperation!
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 9:57 pm
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Anxious Conversationalist
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Anxious Conversationalist
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 10:04 pm
Adair  Name: Adair
Gender: Female
Species: Twilif
Wick: Marrow of the Tyrant
Post Color: Steel blue
Personality: Driven by an insatiable lust for power, Adair derives her vitality from her indefatigable will to attain control over every aspect of her world. Companions are only a means to this end. However, given that the only individuals she deems remotely equal to her are those who have engaged her in combat and survived, her friendships are few and often short-lived. Most find Adair's preference for action over words, for conflict over compromise, rather disturbing when taken in combination with her erratic behavior.
Biography
Ages ago, in the days of kingdoms dominated by indulgent, incompetent rulers and peopled by oppressed, weak-willed subjects, lived a young man by the name of Adany. Disfigured from birth, he endured constant cruelty throughout his childhood. His peers, unable to lash out against the tyrannous forces that enslaved them, displaced their malcontent onto Adany, who channeled this anger into the mighty ambition to attain the rank of ruler himself so that he might command the respect of which his peers had deprived him. Adany so hungered for this power, this recognition, that he devoted his adolescence to solitary training for the battles he would one day face. Into the forest he fled without a word to his family. There, a terrible power awaited him. Seeping into his lungs through the labored breaths that counted out Adany's laborious departure from social inadequacy, the mysterious force gradually consumed his will, and transformed it into something savage and ravenous. Adany remained ignorant of the shift until the day came for him to return to the kingdom. On that day, he rose against the corrupt king, and slew him without the slightest twinge of remorse. Inhuman power seized his body then, propelling him to victory over the king's forces and to installation as ruler. His revenge should have satisfied him, but, for the roiling greed disguised as self-righteousness in his heart, it did not. The tribute his former oppressors now paid him was not enough. He craved something baser than admiration, honor, or even revenge. He craved war. He craved control. He craved brutal dominance. Above all, he craved power.
And so he declared war on the neighboring kingdom, which fell swiftly to his all-consuming hunger. Dozens more followed suit. Although scores of his men perished in battle, Adany himself never sustained so much as a surface wound due in part to his seemingly inexhaustible vigor and to the unexpected ferocity with which he maimed his opponents.
Alert to the great threat that Adany posed, the few independent kingdoms remaining hatched a scheme to bring down the tyrant once and for all. In a spurious gesture of goodwill, they sent Adany a beautiful, virtuous maiden, whom they had secretly instructed to strangle him in his sleep. Blair, the maiden, had been selected for her strong sense of justice and her moral restraint. However, what her selectors failed to realize was that Blair's virtue was as contrived as their pretext for sending her to Adany. Only cowardice and hypocrisy stirred under her righteous front.
Fearing for her well-being, Blair made a bargain with Adany in private shortly after passing into his custody. In exchange for her release, she proposed, she would divulge to him her kingdom's plot for his assassination. Adany agreed to her proposition, but as soon as Blair had told him all he needed to know, he turned on her, crushing the final syllables of her betrayal from her tenuous throat. Out of desperation, Blair plunged her fingers into Adany's eyes, rendering him blind. He released her and, disoriented, swung his sword his sword against the flaming torch that hung on the wall. As the torch plummeted to the floor and began to swath the room in flames, Adany tripped and fell over Blair's enfeebled body, cutting off all possibility for her to escape. The fire swiftly set their entwined bodies ablaze.
When the last autonomous kingdoms discovered that Adany and Blair had perished in the fire, they concluded that Blair had set the fire in an act of courageous, selfless initiative. The only ones who could have possibly seen the fire for what it really was, an accident born of blind rage and self-interest, were the ones who had died in it. Across the land, Blair was celebrated as a martyr. She ascended to a kind of sainthood in death: Soldiers prayed to her for courage in battle; villagers invoked her to ward off oppressive rule. Her name would be forever associated with deliverance from tyranny.
Years later, under the chafing yoke of Allestia's power-hungry king, there arose from the public a cry to summon Blair's spirit so that she might free the kingdom from its corrupted regime. Two Allestians retrieved her ashes from her hallowed grave and brought them to the Lost Village to be crafted into a summoning candle. They could not have known that Blair's bones were not the only ones in her grave. Not even their ancestors, who had gathered Blair's immolated corpse from Adany's keep, had realized that Adany's bone shards mixed freely with Blair's. The ashes that the desperate Allestians offered to the candlemaker held more of their ancestors' oppressor than of their so-called liberator.
To be continued.
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Posted: Tue Apr 13, 2010 10:17 pm
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Anxious Conversationalist
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Posted: Fri Apr 16, 2010 3:38 pm
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