Re: Resolved

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SpymasterGend
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  • Markshire PCs:

They were questions to which she found no answers. Not that she could ask anyone here directly, of course, even using the ancient words of beauty. But no one seemed able to shed much light on them, even indirectly: not the nuns, not the priests, not even her new friends.

And certainly not that sorceress Faith, who offered Sun-Ok a job shortly after meeting her. When Sun-Ok accepted the offer, stating that she would do her best but really had no idea how or if she were capable, Faith turned into a demon—right there in Odin’s temple! Sun-Ok assumed this was to impress her or intimidate her with the seriousness of the contract, but she was fairly certain her broken Markshire words were insufficient to convey her sense of honor, let alone the meaning of the Way.

Yet it was that unsettling, ambiguous meeting with Faith—her demon-form right next to the impressive statue of Odin, or perhaps just the coincidence of her name—that oddly enough brought Sun-Ok to at least a degree of resolution.

Despite having read the stories, she decided, she might never understand Markshire’s gods well enough to follow them—or even just one of them, or however that worked. What she knew was the Way—so she would stick to that, and if Odin liked her enough to make a deal on her behalf, that was his business. He seemed a pleasant enough fellow—they probably could be friends if he would ever answer the occasional “hello” she gave to his statues. And his deal, in this dangerous Markshire place, at least gave her more time as Sun-Ok to tend to her soul and live in the Way.

Sun-Ok’s decision, then, was in some ways a simple one—to be true to herself and what she knew. It was anything but simple, though, in the face of what she was experiencing in Markshire, and learning of it.

The emphasis the people and their gods placed on order versus chaos, freedom versus restraint—this remained unfathomable to Sun-Ok. At worst, when following the Way there is tension between the opposites that is resolved by the Way itself—but in Markshire the gods or the people or both somehow escalated that tension into a persistent and festering conflict.

Moreover, it was a conflict that they seemed to nurture, some almost reveling in it and some wallowing, the conflict itself often spilling over—unnoticed, largely, by people mired in these traditions—into racial hatred and intolerance. It was precisely that fostering of conflict that remained impenetrably foreign to Sun-Ok, the racial discord a slow-burning flame that she longed to quench.

But if the poles of Law and Chaos were firm, entrenched and resolute—so was Sun-Ok. She resolved further to quietly follow the Way between those two towers, yet to stop running, and stop hiding. She would fight, on her terms, against evil. And where she could, here and there, she would sprinkle some droplets of humor and goodwill on those flames of racial violence.