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*** THIS IS OBSOLETE TO CURRENT SUNDREN LORE. KEPT ONLY FOR ARCHIVE PURPOSES ***
The air was particularly cool so far above the land. The sky was overcast with clouds, blocking part of it's truth. The sun began to tuck away for the eve, leaving a crimson painting upon the backdrop of the world. Kollotta sat upon her vantage point within the cliffs surrounding the valley, seeing the whole of the Sundered valley beneath her. The valley draped in serenity, peaceful, as if all the troubles of the world were so insignificant.
Kollotta was not alone, however. Another stood behind her, looking out at the valley himself. The man in dark robes that draped around him. His head grayed and his skin dark. He was aged, but did not carry himself as an older one might. He spoke as his eyes gathered in what was around him.
"What is this game you cotinue to play, Kollotta?"
Kollotta cut him off almost instantly, giving him no time to append to his statement.
"Shhhh!"
She smiled softly, not turning away from the scenery that was painted before her. The man looked about then back to Kollotta once more as she spoke finally.
"What brings you to me, Jodiah? Tired of your spiritual quest for ascension? If you wish to ascend, I'm certain there must be something I can offer you in exchange."
Jodiah watched Kollotta's long hair flow through the gusts of winds that blew past them on the edge of the cliff. He considered Kollotta lovely, but his mind was troubled with what he had learned. He could not contain himself.
"What brings me? I have watched you long, Kollotta. You play chess using the foolish as pawns, the deaf as rooks, the blind as knights..."
Kollotta smiled a bit, despite the words uttered to her. Kollotta always seemed to take the thoughts of others as inconsequential. Her response would drive this idea home.
"You hurt me, Jodiah! You and I both know I have no idea how to play chess!"
Despite Kollotta's lighthearted humor, Jodiah's face had a serious visage about it. He was not speaking from foolery, but deep conscious thought. This was no whim that drew him to her, but a confrontation, a confrontation he would not back down from until answers were given.
"I'd have stopped you long ago, Kollotta, had I not known what you truly are. I've faced many devils like yourself, Kollotta. You, however, are the only to return, again and again."
The aged man moved and sat beside Kollotta, now himself found gazing out over the valley at her side. Kollotta could not help but regard him. She had always found his company well with her, despite his preaching overtone her often placed upon her. His wisdom she could never deny. She showed to him a warm smile, one of trueness.
"You know, do you?"
He nodded slowly before continuation of things.
"Despite what you are or what you wish to achieve, there is no acceptance of a devil within the mind of the civil. Lies and deceit are the poisons that many feast upon and to those who see their drink poisoned, they will spit it out. Why mask yourself with these? There is no need for such."
Kollotta sighed as he spoke, shaking her head a bit with a slight air of defeat.
"Your old eyes serve you well, Jodiah. They always have. However, the nature of what you behold is not always the nature of the past."
"I need not eyes to see what is logical, Kollotta. Had you simply been what you present, a fallen angel's form, you'd have been done away with long ago. Forsaken to Forsaker. Mortal to Immortal. Vampiress to Devil? One only need to take in the knowledge presented to see this isn't even possible. I know it, and I'm certain many suspected it. The enigmatic actions that seem to go nowhere, but still you walk with eyes wide shut to other possibilities. Speaking with you, I know this is not your mentality. So why present yourself with this method? What are you really?"
Kollotta looked to Jodiah, her face becoming as focused as his. His eyes met with her.
"You of all people, Jodiah, know that the lesson is what matters, not the teacher."
Jodiah, smiles faintly at these words. Considering that it was he who often uttered them to Kollotta. Kollotta continued on.
"Infinite and yet so contained are worlds, Jodiah. Fly far from this world, out toward the sky and never meet it's end. However, finding no place to flee when the time comes. Immortals and mortals alike always suffering from the same outcomes to the same troubles. Can an immortal truly be considered such if they can die? I've gazed upon the saviors of men that they call gods. Their corpses floating in oblivion, home to parasites, until they are revived, just like mortals. Either to godhood or returning to the circle that lay before them. All is natural, except when the circle is broken."
Jodiah's balanced eyes turned toward Kollotta for a moment, considering what she had spoken. Utterly silent.
"As long as forces of creation and order exist, havok and destruction will as well. The balance has always been considered the path of the being in between and the forces matching, but this is not the case. Personification of decay into destruction perverts the nature of what it truly is. A parasite devouring a body is creation of another form, not destruction. Destruction is the sliding toward oblivion, Jodiah. Sundren, is in essence, a field that represents all of existence. How better to teach than to show, within terms of understanding, the future of all things. This is why you see what you do."
Jodiah looks out over the scene.
"I wake up each day, making myself a blank page for the day to write upon it's understanding so that I can see with eyes unbiased to truth what perception would lay out for me. I guide my hand true to what I find to be right as the sole controller of my universe. I fight the savage, the destroyer, the poisons, and the state of decay upon the mind. Only with a constant motion of thought, I exist, and I cultivate it to others who seek it."
Jodiah considers a moment before looking to Kollotta again. He holds his tongue a moment before speaking.
"You are not Kollotta, are you?"
Kollotta turns to regard him a moment.
"What would it be for me to tell you all things here, Jodiah? Watch the story unfold to know these answers."
Kollotta chuckles lightly.
"The setting changes, Jodiah, the stage moved, but the story the same. Existence until destruction. In essence, many are Kollotta, walking a path that will only lead to destruction in the end. Simple plans leading to complex ones, only wishing the steps were never taken. Never satisfied with what we have, but seeking the devourers for a greater strength, until in the end devoured ourselves. There is no circle for a devil, a creation of folly, nor is there a circle for the universe consumed by the cast off that is forged in it's creation. The story must be seen to the end to grasp it's meaning. You cannot read the end and understand it without reading the first chapter. Nor can you read the first chapter and discern all things."
Jodiah smirks and shakes his head.
"Answer a riddle with a riddle and we will flow back and forth until my age catches me, Kollotta."
Kollotta stands from her seat, looking out over the valley.
"Then I offer you this answer, Jodiah. You are the sole controller. I am the sole survivor. There is always one, and the one exists so the next can know..."
Kollotta turns away from the valley, moving from her vantage point, fading into nothingness. Jodiah remained upon his rock, looking out over Sundren.
"An actor in a story..."
The air was particularly cool so far above the land. The sky was overcast with clouds, blocking part of it's truth. The sun began to tuck away for the eve, leaving a crimson painting upon the backdrop of the world. Kollotta sat upon her vantage point within the cliffs surrounding the valley, seeing the whole of the Sundered valley beneath her. The valley draped in serenity, peaceful, as if all the troubles of the world were so insignificant.
Kollotta was not alone, however. Another stood behind her, looking out at the valley himself. The man in dark robes that draped around him. His head grayed and his skin dark. He was aged, but did not carry himself as an older one might. He spoke as his eyes gathered in what was around him.
"What is this game you cotinue to play, Kollotta?"
Kollotta cut him off almost instantly, giving him no time to append to his statement.
"Shhhh!"
She smiled softly, not turning away from the scenery that was painted before her. The man looked about then back to Kollotta once more as she spoke finally.
"What brings you to me, Jodiah? Tired of your spiritual quest for ascension? If you wish to ascend, I'm certain there must be something I can offer you in exchange."
Jodiah watched Kollotta's long hair flow through the gusts of winds that blew past them on the edge of the cliff. He considered Kollotta lovely, but his mind was troubled with what he had learned. He could not contain himself.
"What brings me? I have watched you long, Kollotta. You play chess using the foolish as pawns, the deaf as rooks, the blind as knights..."
Kollotta smiled a bit, despite the words uttered to her. Kollotta always seemed to take the thoughts of others as inconsequential. Her response would drive this idea home.
"You hurt me, Jodiah! You and I both know I have no idea how to play chess!"
Despite Kollotta's lighthearted humor, Jodiah's face had a serious visage about it. He was not speaking from foolery, but deep conscious thought. This was no whim that drew him to her, but a confrontation, a confrontation he would not back down from until answers were given.
"I'd have stopped you long ago, Kollotta, had I not known what you truly are. I've faced many devils like yourself, Kollotta. You, however, are the only to return, again and again."
The aged man moved and sat beside Kollotta, now himself found gazing out over the valley at her side. Kollotta could not help but regard him. She had always found his company well with her, despite his preaching overtone her often placed upon her. His wisdom she could never deny. She showed to him a warm smile, one of trueness.
"You know, do you?"
He nodded slowly before continuation of things.
"Despite what you are or what you wish to achieve, there is no acceptance of a devil within the mind of the civil. Lies and deceit are the poisons that many feast upon and to those who see their drink poisoned, they will spit it out. Why mask yourself with these? There is no need for such."
Kollotta sighed as he spoke, shaking her head a bit with a slight air of defeat.
"Your old eyes serve you well, Jodiah. They always have. However, the nature of what you behold is not always the nature of the past."
"I need not eyes to see what is logical, Kollotta. Had you simply been what you present, a fallen angel's form, you'd have been done away with long ago. Forsaken to Forsaker. Mortal to Immortal. Vampiress to Devil? One only need to take in the knowledge presented to see this isn't even possible. I know it, and I'm certain many suspected it. The enigmatic actions that seem to go nowhere, but still you walk with eyes wide shut to other possibilities. Speaking with you, I know this is not your mentality. So why present yourself with this method? What are you really?"
Kollotta looked to Jodiah, her face becoming as focused as his. His eyes met with her.
"You of all people, Jodiah, know that the lesson is what matters, not the teacher."
Jodiah, smiles faintly at these words. Considering that it was he who often uttered them to Kollotta. Kollotta continued on.
"Infinite and yet so contained are worlds, Jodiah. Fly far from this world, out toward the sky and never meet it's end. However, finding no place to flee when the time comes. Immortals and mortals alike always suffering from the same outcomes to the same troubles. Can an immortal truly be considered such if they can die? I've gazed upon the saviors of men that they call gods. Their corpses floating in oblivion, home to parasites, until they are revived, just like mortals. Either to godhood or returning to the circle that lay before them. All is natural, except when the circle is broken."
Jodiah's balanced eyes turned toward Kollotta for a moment, considering what she had spoken. Utterly silent.
"As long as forces of creation and order exist, havok and destruction will as well. The balance has always been considered the path of the being in between and the forces matching, but this is not the case. Personification of decay into destruction perverts the nature of what it truly is. A parasite devouring a body is creation of another form, not destruction. Destruction is the sliding toward oblivion, Jodiah. Sundren, is in essence, a field that represents all of existence. How better to teach than to show, within terms of understanding, the future of all things. This is why you see what you do."
Jodiah looks out over the scene.
"I wake up each day, making myself a blank page for the day to write upon it's understanding so that I can see with eyes unbiased to truth what perception would lay out for me. I guide my hand true to what I find to be right as the sole controller of my universe. I fight the savage, the destroyer, the poisons, and the state of decay upon the mind. Only with a constant motion of thought, I exist, and I cultivate it to others who seek it."
Jodiah considers a moment before looking to Kollotta again. He holds his tongue a moment before speaking.
"You are not Kollotta, are you?"
Kollotta turns to regard him a moment.
"What would it be for me to tell you all things here, Jodiah? Watch the story unfold to know these answers."
Kollotta chuckles lightly.
"The setting changes, Jodiah, the stage moved, but the story the same. Existence until destruction. In essence, many are Kollotta, walking a path that will only lead to destruction in the end. Simple plans leading to complex ones, only wishing the steps were never taken. Never satisfied with what we have, but seeking the devourers for a greater strength, until in the end devoured ourselves. There is no circle for a devil, a creation of folly, nor is there a circle for the universe consumed by the cast off that is forged in it's creation. The story must be seen to the end to grasp it's meaning. You cannot read the end and understand it without reading the first chapter. Nor can you read the first chapter and discern all things."
Jodiah smirks and shakes his head.
"Answer a riddle with a riddle and we will flow back and forth until my age catches me, Kollotta."
Kollotta stands from her seat, looking out over the valley.
"Then I offer you this answer, Jodiah. You are the sole controller. I am the sole survivor. There is always one, and the one exists so the next can know..."
Kollotta turns away from the valley, moving from her vantage point, fading into nothingness. Jodiah remained upon his rock, looking out over Sundren.
"An actor in a story..."
