Vazo Ausec-Kisir
"If you're hungry, you
have no time to talk at the table."
Zialan proverb.
have no time to talk at the table."
Zialan proverb.
We are strong.
My brothers and I are the strongest of the strong, the best of the best, and those who cannot compete with us are crushed beneath our boot. Thus is the way of the Zialan Sodality. Thus is the way of us who rule our native planet, Abyssissa, to live hard and die young. There is a sword, a blaster, a saber out there with me in it's violent mind, and I go out to meet it in a display of blood and thunder, for only through that way can I reach paradise. My brothers and I, we are all the same, we drink and are merry and we kill those who would oppose us. We are the true knowledge holders in the galaxy; we know the truth. We do not welcome the alien races as the other humans have; we despise them, and we always will. We cleanse our lands of them. We purge them from our planet, as we purge the weak. We are used to all climates; the burning hot or the freezing cold, for we are the strong, we are the pinnacle of what humanity can achieve. We are not Mages yet we wield magic.
So are we Gods?
Like all my brothers, I was born on Abyssissa, given to the communal raising centres in the way of our people, trodden down by the strong and treading down on the weak in turn. My people learn to fight from a very young age, and it is the Magic in us that allows us to rise above the others, to show our true strength. The brethren of the Zialan Sodality came for me when I was ten, took me in, taught me strength, brutality, honour, power. They honed the gifts I possess - my brothers possess them too. I fought my way up the hierarchy as I always have done, as we always have done, and in times of trial I showed the necessary strength of body and spirit. Risks are needed, mortal risks, to show one's true ability, and it is through this that I gained, I persevered. I was promoted, and I distinguished myself in the ensuing war. Beaten men should know when they are defeated, yet our serfs broke the natural order and rose against us. In the second war in that century, I proved my valour as a young Zialan, and was all the stronger for it.
We prove ourselves with blood and bone.
I was stronger, when the next uprising came. We had not proved well enough that we were the superior, we were the true rulers of the natural order, and so they rose up again. Once again, with blood and steel and laser and fire, we proved ourselves the stronger, and we crushed this rebellion with even greater brutality than the last. The land and it's serfs will not rise up against us again for many a time, and it is during this time that we enter the main galaxy in our quest for blood and warfare. Only through a lifetime of this can we stay at the table of our Gods, forever drinking and lying, drunk, at the foot of their table. This is the lifetime I have chosen, this is the lifetime our Gods chose for me, and since I was brought into this world kicking and screaming in an imitation of combat, on the ice world of Abyssissa, I have always followed it. Perhaps I will die today, perhaps I will die tomorrow, but we do not plan for the future. We plan for now, for today, for the great conquests we shall wage on our galaxy.
We are the Zialan Sodality.
I am a part of our glorious conquest.
My brothers and I are the strongest of the strong, the best of the best, and those who cannot compete with us are crushed beneath our boot. Thus is the way of the Zialan Sodality. Thus is the way of us who rule our native planet, Abyssissa, to live hard and die young. There is a sword, a blaster, a saber out there with me in it's violent mind, and I go out to meet it in a display of blood and thunder, for only through that way can I reach paradise. My brothers and I, we are all the same, we drink and are merry and we kill those who would oppose us. We are the true knowledge holders in the galaxy; we know the truth. We do not welcome the alien races as the other humans have; we despise them, and we always will. We cleanse our lands of them. We purge them from our planet, as we purge the weak. We are used to all climates; the burning hot or the freezing cold, for we are the strong, we are the pinnacle of what humanity can achieve. We are not Mages yet we wield magic.
So are we Gods?
Like all my brothers, I was born on Abyssissa, given to the communal raising centres in the way of our people, trodden down by the strong and treading down on the weak in turn. My people learn to fight from a very young age, and it is the Magic in us that allows us to rise above the others, to show our true strength. The brethren of the Zialan Sodality came for me when I was ten, took me in, taught me strength, brutality, honour, power. They honed the gifts I possess - my brothers possess them too. I fought my way up the hierarchy as I always have done, as we always have done, and in times of trial I showed the necessary strength of body and spirit. Risks are needed, mortal risks, to show one's true ability, and it is through this that I gained, I persevered. I was promoted, and I distinguished myself in the ensuing war. Beaten men should know when they are defeated, yet our serfs broke the natural order and rose against us. In the second war in that century, I proved my valour as a young Zialan, and was all the stronger for it.
We prove ourselves with blood and bone.
I was stronger, when the next uprising came. We had not proved well enough that we were the superior, we were the true rulers of the natural order, and so they rose up again. Once again, with blood and steel and laser and fire, we proved ourselves the stronger, and we crushed this rebellion with even greater brutality than the last. The land and it's serfs will not rise up against us again for many a time, and it is during this time that we enter the main galaxy in our quest for blood and warfare. Only through a lifetime of this can we stay at the table of our Gods, forever drinking and lying, drunk, at the foot of their table. This is the lifetime I have chosen, this is the lifetime our Gods chose for me, and since I was brought into this world kicking and screaming in an imitation of combat, on the ice world of Abyssissa, I have always followed it. Perhaps I will die today, perhaps I will die tomorrow, but we do not plan for the future. We plan for now, for today, for the great conquests we shall wage on our galaxy.
We are the Zialan Sodality.
I am a part of our glorious conquest.