RE: Godhood XIV - Usurper [Jam Edition Turn 4]
04-25-2013, 06:21 AM
Macian Scelle doesn't bother acknowledging Alakim's quiet humility. "I... do not think. Making one species wiser or more individual than the other. Will solve things."
"Their culture will develop faster. A culture already instilled with the value that to venerate us – To venerate me – is to brutalize the others. They will see themselves as more real, more enlightened. The nomads will become no less animals than the treebeasts they follow."
He sighs. "Or perhaps they will become piteous beasts, in need of teaching and enlightenment and ultimately subservience. Furthering their divides will only deepen their enmity or transmute it into something equally hateful."
"Meanwhile the transplanted ones are struggling to survive on a planet not ready for them, not balanced to support them. Without the resources to thrive."
He finally whirls on the assembled pantheon, impassive face suddenly furious.
"And you have the gall to shrug and ask what's so wrong with war? With famine? Does their suffering mean nothing because you created it? These are your children, and you set them aflame and you create beasts to make them fear and bleed. How dare you all?"
With an uncharacteristically artless gesture, he slams a fist into Zemina; after harmless quake, the vedorci notice that their crops have increased greatly in size and productivity; it's not a mere divine boon, but a change to the plants growth and nature. (1 act, add fertility and fecundity)
"Keep your authority and your worship and your power. Keep your playthings too, if that's what you want. But when those toys feel and die, treat them with the care and respect they deserve. The sirona and the vedorci can forget me for all I care, but I will protect and aid them as I have to, and I will oppose anyone who intends to continue inflicting capricious horror on them and any that come after them."
"You are gods. Do not become monsters."
"Their culture will develop faster. A culture already instilled with the value that to venerate us – To venerate me – is to brutalize the others. They will see themselves as more real, more enlightened. The nomads will become no less animals than the treebeasts they follow."
He sighs. "Or perhaps they will become piteous beasts, in need of teaching and enlightenment and ultimately subservience. Furthering their divides will only deepen their enmity or transmute it into something equally hateful."
"Meanwhile the transplanted ones are struggling to survive on a planet not ready for them, not balanced to support them. Without the resources to thrive."
He finally whirls on the assembled pantheon, impassive face suddenly furious.
"And you have the gall to shrug and ask what's so wrong with war? With famine? Does their suffering mean nothing because you created it? These are your children, and you set them aflame and you create beasts to make them fear and bleed. How dare you all?"
With an uncharacteristically artless gesture, he slams a fist into Zemina; after harmless quake, the vedorci notice that their crops have increased greatly in size and productivity; it's not a mere divine boon, but a change to the plants growth and nature. (1 act, add fertility and fecundity)
"Keep your authority and your worship and your power. Keep your playthings too, if that's what you want. But when those toys feel and die, treat them with the care and respect they deserve. The sirona and the vedorci can forget me for all I care, but I will protect and aid them as I have to, and I will oppose anyone who intends to continue inflicting capricious horror on them and any that come after them."
"You are gods. Do not become monsters."