Thoughts from the mind of a common man

[Dezza]

Nobelion steps within the gates of Hlint for the first time having left Fort velensk but days before bidding his parents goodbye. Wandering about town he is taken by the bustle of the town, by the plethora of great heroes, adventurers, mercenaries and others who frequent the town. Coming to the lake nestled behind the bank he stops staring at the dragonflies flitting across the surface of the water.

'Ancient forms travelling winds gentle thrust. Glittering movement of wings sweeping back and forth faster than the eye can see yet more powerful. What ease portrayed by miniscule forms drifting across the rippled waters below. Such freedom and yet such order, the drifting forms conform to a dance only they can hear but the viewer stands captivated.'

Admiring the dragonflies drifting across the lake Nobelion sits quietly beside the lake taking his prized possession. The heavyb blade given him as a guardsman of the Temple to Rofirein in Fort Velensk. For months now he had trained with the blade, day and night, trying determinedly to bring order to the orderless. To establish the law as set by him in the blades action. Still it escaped him, still the blade had an unruly manner. Only time and effort would bring order to the handling of the blade.

[Dezza]

Death; comes in so many forms and so many ways. There are those who worship it, those that welcome it, those who fear it, those who never see it coming and those who accept it.

'Nobelion sat comfortably on the ground near the Hlint Graveyard observing the large gates that occassionaly opened to reveal the headstones lying beyond and the mausoleums that constantly seemed to be in a state of unction.It was a wonder why no one had sought to end that which brought so much annoyance to the good people of Hlint.'

Death had become such commonplace that people looked past the troubles that were before them as long as they didn't affect them directly.

'He looked down at his prized possession, the long heavy blade given him as a guardsman in the temple of rofirein in Velensk. He ran his large hand down the worn sheath in which it rested.'

There was order here, within this steel, he could feel it. He just had to connect with it, he had to teach the blade to respond to his orders, to his laws and then they would work together. The blade had a life of its own and it was unruly. It was his goal to bring it to order. To function as one with the weapon. He often practised with the blade but it was not enough. Now was the time for action, for through action there came knowledge and through knowledge came the need for law and order and through law came enlightenment.

'Standing slowly he held the sheathed blade firmly and walked towards the graveyard. Resolution stamped on his face he weaved his way through the headstones and stepped into the greater of the mausoleums his goal set. Once within he unsheathed the blade he held. Casually he tested its weight holding it to his commands. He stepped forward...and engaged.

The path to enlightenment requires law and order, he establishes the law and his blade enforces order. So is the will of the universe, there is order in chaos, their is law in nature.

[Dezza]

*Standing high in the Swordrust Mountains Nobelion watched his companions descend the rocky slope to the valley far below. His gaze is caught by a lone eagle drifting on air currents high above the valley seeking its prey.*

Nature understands its place, nature understand order, why dont I? *sighing heavily Nobelion looks down at the heavy blade in his hand* Skill is not order, Skill is ability, order is flow. Like the eagle on the wind there is flow, there is order. The laws of nature dictate this, not so the laws of man. The eagle is in harmony with the natural order of things, the flow of air and heat are an intricate part of it as it is of them. To watch such a thing is a grace given by god alone. To emulate such a creation of perfection, the laws of nature must be seen as the most worthy of goals.

*hearing his voice shouted from below he glanced down at his companions staring up at him. Sheathing the blade he was growing more and more familiar with his began the labourious climb down.*

[Dezza]

There is a sentient flow to the way in which creatures live their lives. They follow set patterns, set routines, set lives. Its something thats in them inherently. Nobelion looked down at the heavy blade in his large hand. Sweat glistened on the forearm and he watched as beads of sweat merged and flowed to gather and then drip onto the forest floor. For hours he had tried to have the blade do his bidding. For hours they had wrestled each other and come to no compromise. He had tried to emulate the moves he had discovered recently and been able to have the sword do his bidding but further success was proving elusive.
Sitting quietly he cleaned and sheathed the blade and sat quietly taking in all that the Seilwood forest had to offer. Observing the patterns of nature and thinking how best to apply that to his own work.

[Dezza]

What is it that the priests speak of in their sermons. What is it that they preach? Laws must be obeyed. Let those who would adjudicate as too whether someone is innocent or guilty of breaking the law be the ones to decide the temerity of the law. Is this their purpose? Is this what it means to be a priest of Rofirein? Does Rofirein give them greater insight into deciding the balance of law. It must be so. What role then..do I serve as a follower of the Dragon?

Nobelion stopped his endless sword practice. The sweat gleaming upon his hirsute chest. The sword tip lowered towards the ground as hard worked muscles relaxed. No!. The muscles tense and the tip rises. He is the law. His command the only one. He sheathed the sword.

Thoughts aside he turned and walked from the small yard into the Inn where he was staying to freshen up before dinner.