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Doubts 1 / Commoner
Why now?
Do not misunderstand me, I am grateful we can at least have this.
But why now? For many years I have dreamt of cooperation at this scale.
Why did it take the Rot to unite us?
Is it only because we now stand together against a common foe?
If hatred for an Other is the only thing that will let us overcome hatred for another, then…
I pray that, if the Grand Machine works, we do not return to our old ways.
And that if it fails, we stay united until the bitter end.
Why now?
Do not misunderstand me, I am grateful we can at least have this.
But why now? For many years I have dreamt of cooperation at this scale.
Why did it take the Rot to unite us?
Is it only because we now stand together against a common foe?
If hatred for an Other is the only thing that will let us overcome hatred for another, then…
I pray that, if the Grand Machine works, we do not return to our old ways.
And that if it fails, we stay united until the bitter end.
Doubts 2 / Blackguard
I stood at the gates for years leaning on my trusty poleax. A bardiche, a terrific weapon. She’d be certain to strike fear into the hearts of those taking shelter, at least those who retain their sight still. I miss her weight in my hands. How I wish I’d had room to swing her down here!
In truth, more than anything I miss the distance she put between me and those ne’er-do-wells. I used to envy the bowmen. They never had to see the fruits of their labour up close. Now that I’m stuck in these tight tunnels with nothing but a shortsword, though, I understand how good I had it with my polearm.
I stood at the gates for years leaning on my trusty poleax. A bardiche, a terrific weapon. She’d be certain to strike fear into the hearts of those taking shelter, at least those who retain their sight still. I miss her weight in my hands. How I wish I’d had room to swing her down here!
In truth, more than anything I miss the distance she put between me and those ne’er-do-wells. I used to envy the bowmen. They never had to see the fruits of their labour up close. Now that I’m stuck in these tight tunnels with nothing but a shortsword, though, I understand how good I had it with my polearm.
Doubts 3 / Malefactor
Is it wrong of me to wish suffering upon others?
These… malefactors, we call them. People who have lied and stolen and murdered.
I understand why they wear the masks now.
Had I recognized him, I would have sent him to God, myself.
Instead, I am left hoping that they all meet their end on the surface, him among them.
Is it wrong of me to wish suffering upon others?
These… malefactors, we call them. People who have lied and stolen and murdered.
I understand why they wear the masks now.
Had I recognized him, I would have sent him to God, myself.
Instead, I am left hoping that they all meet their end on the surface, him among them.
Doubts 4 / Hunter
I think I shot a person today.
It was hard to tell due to the Rot. I was seeking quarry at the perimeter of the encroaching disease, trying to bring in what meat I could before it was lost.
Most quarry runs toward you, away from the plagued lands, choosing a swift death over slow decay. It’s risky but you can’t argue with the results. I don’t think I’ve ever heard one ask me to put it out of its misery before, though.
I think I shot a person today.
It was hard to tell due to the Rot. I was seeking quarry at the perimeter of the encroaching disease, trying to bring in what meat I could before it was lost.
Most quarry runs toward you, away from the plagued lands, choosing a swift death over slow decay. It’s risky but you can’t argue with the results. I don’t think I’ve ever heard one ask me to put it out of its misery before, though.
Doubts 5 / Clockmaker
The Prima Materia is beyond even my understanding.
And I would consider myself quite learned.
I wish I could be happier for it. I always enjoyed learning new things.
Instead I have never felt more like a bumbling fool. Like I did when I first set foot in the University. The world seemed so small then, in retrospect. Now the sheer amount of possibilities overwhelms me, and I would not know where to begin.
I will leave it to Jonas Falx to figure out the particulars, as most of my peers have, and work diligently to provide the parts he requests.
The Prima Materia is beyond even my understanding.
And I would consider myself quite learned.
I wish I could be happier for it. I always enjoyed learning new things.
Instead I have never felt more like a bumbling fool. Like I did when I first set foot in the University. The world seemed so small then, in retrospect. Now the sheer amount of possibilities overwhelms me, and I would not know where to begin.
I will leave it to Jonas Falx to figure out the particulars, as most of my peers have, and work diligently to provide the parts he requests.
Doubts 6 / Tailor
Over, under, draw it through…
I’ve seen a great many adopt mantras in these trying times. Me, I already have one. It has stayed with me through many years of weaving.
Over, under, draw it through…
I refuse to let my hands idle. There’s always someone in need of warmth, in both senses of the word. I am grateful I am able to provide it to them.
Over, under, draw it through…
And when this all blows over, I hope that when they remember this place, they think of the warm fabric upon their skin and not the cold stone beneath their feet.
Over, under, draw it through…
I’ve seen a great many adopt mantras in these trying times. Me, I already have one. It has stayed with me through many years of weaving.
Over, under, draw it through…
I refuse to let my hands idle. There’s always someone in need of warmth, in both senses of the word. I am grateful I am able to provide it to them.
Over, under, draw it through…
And when this all blows over, I hope that when they remember this place, they think of the warm fabric upon their skin and not the cold stone beneath their feet.