William G Maryblood (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
strength_of_will) wrote in ![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png)
expiationnet2023-12-10 01:50 am
strength_of_will) wrote in expiationnet2023-12-10 01:50 am
video
[ There's a sombre-looking William on the feed today. He looks a little worn from fighting off the creatures, but otherwise mostly unharmed as far as anyone can tell. He's only sorry he's interrupting all the attempt at holiday cheer. ]
I understand that there's been a call for retribution - or justice, some might call it - against the people of Rumpitur. I'm here to ask you all to take a step back and show some compassion and understanding. It is neither fair nor just to accuse an entire village of wrongdoing when they act out of fear or desperation. Who amongst you wouldn't have done the same in their position?
I propose we slay the creature terrorising their village. We were hard-pressed simply to escape from its minions, but I believe that if given time to prepare and coordinate, we can surely defeat it. Once it's gone, the people of Rumpitur can live normal lives.
I understand that there's been a call for retribution - or justice, some might call it - against the people of Rumpitur. I'm here to ask you all to take a step back and show some compassion and understanding. It is neither fair nor just to accuse an entire village of wrongdoing when they act out of fear or desperation. Who amongst you wouldn't have done the same in their position?
I propose we slay the creature terrorising their village. We were hard-pressed simply to escape from its minions, but I believe that if given time to prepare and coordinate, we can surely defeat it. Once it's gone, the people of Rumpitur can live normal lives.
no subject
I think...that no-one should be alone. But it's easy to believe that you are when times are hard.
[ Bee's words come to mind suddenly. ]
A bard I know makes it her life's mission to compose ballads of the lives of fallen heroes. Not heroes with grand reputations but ordinary, everyday adventurers who put their lives on the line for others. She told me it's because she can't bear the thought of their names fading into obscurity, especially when their lives are taken so suddenly. These are people who would never be known outside of their own villages or towns but, because they happened to meet a wandering bard, their names will live on in song.
My point is: our lives always touch others in some way. I don't think it's possible to be truly alone.
no subject
It's a strange thing, imagining that it could be enough to have your life touch someone else's in that sort of way. Are there people out there who truly feel that way? Ange doesn't think the other is making up, he clearly isn't lying, but it could be that he just has the wrong sort of belief about this kind of thing. Ange can't imagine that thought ever being enough to carry on.
She doesn't voice it.
Instead, when she speaks up again, she just says: ]
I have to go.
[ It doesn't sound hurried or pressed, so maybe she doesn't actually have anywhere to go-- but the girl shuts off the feed regardless.
It's just that she can't talk about this. Sorry, William.. ]