Alchemy, and even magic is based on order. We seek to dominate randomness by lessening variance. To describe any variable in order to account for it. To empty the sea by removing a drop. Any novice knows that true understanding will always be beyond them and only villains and madmen reach beyond that scope. Our lives are similar in this respect. We group together knowing each one of us, despite our own grandiose dreams of free will, is an accounted for variable. Good or evil, there is only a handful of actions we can accomplish in comparison with the vastness of the cosmos. While humankind can be monstrous, inexplicable, and magnanimous it is rarely incomprehensible. It is never beyond the realm of our imagination and therefore not truly chaotic. Even though we do not speak of it in this way it is why we congregate. Why we fill our kingdoms and villages. Our ordered nature is a small fortess against the overwhelming armies of chaos, a small bastion of hope against an unknowable universe, a reason to take another drop from the ever reaching sea. In spite of this order change does come.
My world has become almost unrecognizable from the one the year before. We are at war. A plague of fungus has descended on the kingdom. Whether magical, alchemical, or natural in nature I can not determine nor do I have the time to particularly care. It squeezes the breath from the land's loyal subjects, and destroys the buildings it inhabits as a source of fuel and warmth. It's own desexual aeros nature spreading it quickly as if its own version of lust. As the only one with any such experience in these matters it is I who leads the charge. I have only a few stalwarts left in my band now. The Mage now oversees my day to day operations so I can general this war. The Squire now a Knight is my veteran. The Lieutenant finally gave in to his raging intellect. No longer was it enough to simply exist, content to repeat the same tasks day after day, he has left to seek greater challenges. I have released the Barbarian. The madness of his people had finally taken hold. He has become uncontrollable and as such a liability. I allowed him honor in exile, a lone man left to test his skills wandering the wastes.
The biggest change has come from above my station. Greater glory has beckoned my Lord to another land leaving my own position here unstable. Another will assume his place in time and I have gone to great lengths to make myself invaluable with those that would assume his powers in the short term until one with proper parentage can be found. I am prepared for all outcomes and should I be honest with myself I would not mind a change of scenery. My Woman also battles for position. Soon she will be in the service of the council as a proper Alchemist so unlike the rogue I have become. Should circumstance take her elsewhere I can't imagine I have much left to keep me here. Surrounded by the vastness of chaos I do not fear this ordered change. In truth I have expected it for some time, even hoped for it. I will be ready. Change is coming.
My world has become almost unrecognizable from the one the year before. We are at war. A plague of fungus has descended on the kingdom. Whether magical, alchemical, or natural in nature I can not determine nor do I have the time to particularly care. It squeezes the breath from the land's loyal subjects, and destroys the buildings it inhabits as a source of fuel and warmth. It's own desexual aeros nature spreading it quickly as if its own version of lust. As the only one with any such experience in these matters it is I who leads the charge. I have only a few stalwarts left in my band now. The Mage now oversees my day to day operations so I can general this war. The Squire now a Knight is my veteran. The Lieutenant finally gave in to his raging intellect. No longer was it enough to simply exist, content to repeat the same tasks day after day, he has left to seek greater challenges. I have released the Barbarian. The madness of his people had finally taken hold. He has become uncontrollable and as such a liability. I allowed him honor in exile, a lone man left to test his skills wandering the wastes.
The biggest change has come from above my station. Greater glory has beckoned my Lord to another land leaving my own position here unstable. Another will assume his place in time and I have gone to great lengths to make myself invaluable with those that would assume his powers in the short term until one with proper parentage can be found. I am prepared for all outcomes and should I be honest with myself I would not mind a change of scenery. My Woman also battles for position. Soon she will be in the service of the council as a proper Alchemist so unlike the rogue I have become. Should circumstance take her elsewhere I can't imagine I have much left to keep me here. Surrounded by the vastness of chaos I do not fear this ordered change. In truth I have expected it for some time, even hoped for it. I will be ready. Change is coming.
