Legend

Darkness fell across the crisp night sky like freshly spilled ink, drowning out the fleeting sun. The streetlamps hummed with energy almost on cue, bathing the cobbled road in ochre light.

Footsteps. Faint at first yet growing dangerously more prominent, pounding the pavement with unwavering rhythm. Rain began to fall as if the heavens themselves were crying at the sight of him.

From the shadows he made his way into the open street, the raindrops bouncing up off the concrete below and crashing back down onto the tops of his heavy leather boots, unblemished, pristine.

She had called to him. As her world fell apart once more, as her heart lay shattered in light of endless torment, he felt her soul cry out, to the one man who had always known her better than she knew herself.

So many wrongs to put right, his mind had wandered so far from the path, over the brink… yet his faith remained untarnished…

Machiavellian in his virtues he had escaped this insanity once before, and now the very mind which struggled free from the bondage of madness had led him back to the world he vowed never to enter again… this world…

The players have changed, yet the game remains the same as ever. The same ego’s… the same treachery… the same bureaucracy… it stung his senses with every breath he took.

Those week of mind and will had changed allegiances with as much ease as the sun sets, new contenders grasped for a seat of power that existed nowhere but in their own minds. Such fools… leave them be.

Long gone were the days in which such neanderthalism clouded his judgement. Long gone were the days in which the drive to prove his worth was an albatross on his soul. Long gone were the days of gesticulating, of mindless violence and needless conflict, of pride, of anger, of hatred, vanity and a lust for power…

Now… there was her. Only her.

And the cause.

There will always be the cause.

((Just as a quick side note, anyone who feels they are able to RP their way into this thread, please feel free to do so. It may not be the easiest thing to slip into right now, but I will be keeping this story going here - so jump in at any time))

Amusing, isn't it?

How fickle and churlish the imputent minds which occupy this reality truely are...

These followers of the Antichrist, with their misplaced faith in their fallen saviour's quest for what he called freedom. Freedom into to bondage of a cold, unforgiving and conflicted society. A society in turmoil as they claw and scratch their way into nothingness - clambouring for a grasp on power, the lies flowing effortlessly off their wicked tongues, soothing their consciences against the travesties they have commited.

The Awakened.

Ironic, perhaps, that they are more blinded to the truth than any among us. Our Eden, our sanctuary, our hope - that was how it was intended, that is how it shall be. Once more into the peaceful sleep.

E Pluribus Neo. Mindless sheep to a child. Nothing more than a boy, swept away from his brush with a man whom he blindly idolised, a man who spared him no second thought, no second glance - yet he so foolishly has convinced himself and the weak minded imbeciles who surround him that he carries the faux-saviours mission. Such children should not interject themselves into the affairs of men.

And what of the turncoats? Watch how they scurry back in the wake of recent events. Watch as they paint themselves blue with their words, the blood of our comrades still fresh on their hands - and yet they speak of the Cause.

The Masked Agenda, reborn. 'Tis the season to rise from the grave it seems... yet what motives lie behind this predictable turn of events? Old scores? Old loves? Or perhaps blue is in fashion this season. Such fickle alliances by fickle men are never meant to last. The Agenda was put to rest with reason, and for that very reason it will no doubt dwindle again.

As for its figurehead? The public face of this reignited path? So lost without purpose, so blind to the fact that while sitting at the head of the Agenda's table, in days gone by he was never its driving force. Some strings are easier to pull than others.

The Blue Order. One true path, one true cause. I stand alongside them proud to have found those with the pure and noble intentions of true Cypherites, those who deserve to wear their masks with pride.

Where do we go from here?

Only time will tell.

Message Edited by kingcaw on 03-23-200612:11 PM