3. The Veil of Deceit ~Prose of the Judicator

The Veil of Deceit ~Prose of the Judicator

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    The following is written on small pieces of parchment that have been littered around Norwick, Peltarch, Jiyyd and Oscura.

    I. A Taste Of My Mind

    The mind is a complex thing, easily the most powerful thing in any sentinent being. I pride myself on my mind. I have a fair amount of bulk, yes, but I daresay my mind is far more helpful. For instance, quick thinking and lies have got me out of all problems that bulk has led me into. My mind has only failed me twice, once in Westgate, once in Narfell. Westgate was quite a bit of trouble, but using the equisite power of my mind, I have pushed it to the back of my skull, long forgotten, able to be completely removed on a moment's whim. Narfell still burns, I grossly miscalculated and have become enraged beyond all forms of measurement, my mind is the only thing keeping me sane…or is it keeping me insane? I don't mind the state of being it is currently in, as it keeps me alive and in action.

    The first problem with my mind is the debated question of good and evil. I am neutral. Or evil. A man who calls himself good is a vain fool, and obviously not smart enough to be 'good'. There is no 'good'. Only evil and neutrality. Neutrality is doing whatever it takes for the greater good. Evil is pure, malicious intent. I could easily fit both descriptions. I manipulate people so smoothly and successfully they don't even realise it, they think they have the upper ahnd in every dealing I've made. Is manipulation evil? No. It is neutral, very much like myself. Strange how that works, I share most qualities with manipulation...

    Manipulation depends on multiple qualities, much like myself. First off, deceit. If I were ever to venture outside Oscura, I imagine it would be very dull. Deceit is not appreciated as an art in the outside world, instead it is considered a lie, and those foppish noblemen think lying is a crime, therefore punishable by law. I depend on deceit, for it is my only true defense in this cruel, cruel world. Manipulation also depends on persuasion and lying. Funny, how those two things go hand in hand. I can persuade someone with flattery, which is ultimately a lie. Strange how persuasion IS a lie. Thus manipulation is the art of trickery and lies. I am trickery and lies. The noble and valiant side of myself does not exist, nor will it ever.

    Evil again. My mind is obviously a twisted thing. I read my own writings and cannot garner a sense of knowledge from what I've written, it's all circular reasoning entwined in a web. It makes no sense to me or anyone else. So why do I write it, you ask? To show the world of how twisted I am. No, not twisted evil. Merely caught up in things beyond belief of the sane. On the moment of my death, I do hope this is found and read to the world so they know why I've done everything I have. Moreover, I hope they are able to comprehend why I've done it. See me in a new light.

    I will never be branded a patriot or hero, more like a villain, but not that either. I am a revolutionist. I thrive on chaos and equality, funny how those go together. Actually, I'd say I thrive on knowledge, and with that knowledge I create chaos, which in turn creates equality. Strange how that happens. But someone has to work a little evil before the greater good can be reached.

    My ultimate goal was to unite all Narfell under one rule. Not the idiotic dwarf Dwin, no, he is too stubborn. A nation under his rule is too easily toppled. He lives on the edge and can't handle it, instead he whines and begs others for help he would never recieve. How about those paladinic fools that call themselves good? Never. They can be undermined and corrupted faster than any other. One little forged sign from their patrons, and they're on their knees in obediance. The Romani who hide whenever trouble comes, and act like the paladins' lapdogs when they decide to march? No, the shepard is more deserving than the cattle. The small town whose militia is also the ruling caste? Perhaps, but alas, no. They are by far the most deserving of the aforementioned, but they are not ambitious enough. We all need to be mercenaries and opportunists. Greed should drive us, and we should take every opportunity as it comes along.

    So who then? you ask. Oscura? They are not ambitious enough either, and the Tribunal has no power at all. A democratic republic that has failed horribly and given way to anarchy. We need one ruler. Not a mortal, no mortal could ever be a good enough ruler, as I mentioned, we are all driven by greed and ambition. A perfect being, yes, I am speaking of the Divine. But a religious ruler is no good either, thus I strive to place a ruler in charge who is the False Lord! He is the ruler of what is not his. He has every government in his pocket. But they do not know it. Who is he? Time will tell, younglings.

    Now, if you've managed to read this far without becoming insane, you deserve a bit of knowledge yourself. After all, knowledge is power. Yet....ignorance is bliss. Do you wish to remain happy, or become powerful? Even the strongest of men may succumb to the most potent of secrets. Is that what you desire? Fear and knowledge, or a false sense of security because you do not know that what you fear?

    Now, my gift to you is this: There is a difference between thriving and surviving. Thrive is surviving while happy. Surviving is barely being successful enough to live. Join my cause and thrive. Resist and survive.

    However, I am not evil, yet I am mercilous. I will take those in my way, and put them out of my way in any means I think of. This does not mean death. It means you will be in a state of utter helplessness. Now, the choice lays in your hands. Will you join my cause or fight it?

    _Part I. of 'The Veil of Deceit: Prose of the Judicator'

    Signed,
    The High Judicator_