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Silly Ole Bear
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Jared had been in the city for days, speaking with the people. He usually went to local taverns and eateries, asking to speak with the group about the upcoming war. No one listened though, they either laughed it off, or booed him away.
In the end, he just went around to anyone who could lend a few minutes to hear his tale, one of hope and promise from their despair.
"Please, listen to me."
It was hopeless though. No one did. No one cared.
Not until they saw the huge parade of warriors trumpeting through the main street. As the messenger went on his way, with his God's symbols along the proud steed he rode, and guards upon guards all around him, whispers filled the once empty streets.
When Jared spoke, the people now listened.
The response still wasn't good. Most laughed him off, speaking of Besaid's armies, strong enough to crush any impending foe. It was hard to explain that a god of war wouldn't look happy upon his enemies, but they didn't care.
Others tried to shut him, up, pretending what they had seen was just their imagination. A mirage on a hot day, nothing more. No war, everything is happy. Happy happy BeSaid, all is well. Ignorance is bliss, and some walked around with plastered smiles.
A few listened, and a few heard his tale of Enden, a god who wanted to help those in this dire situation, who didn't want to leave their homes, or be ruled by a blood lusting tyrant. Yes, a few heard his voice, now unable to be quieted.
It was this voice that reached the steps of the king. Wakka, who was neither really a good king, nor a fair king, but liked the powerful throne he now sat upon, and the people he now ruled over. If a god could help thwart this army, Wakka would want to speak with him.
That his how they met Jared. He was on top of a stool, in the town square, ranting on again and again. People tired of his voice left, but for every one who did, two more stood in his place.
"Are you Jared, talking of this God who can save us?"
Jared, staring wide eyed at two guards, both armed to the teeth. For a moment he thought he could lie, maybe sneak off into the crowd, but that thought fleeted and sank into his subconscious, leaving the brave and couragious Jared who had fled all this way to help strangers.
"Yes, I am."
"Wakka, the king of our fair city, would like to speak with you."
Jared followed them, unsure if his voice were powerful enough to sway that of a king. Before today, it hadn't been able to sway the common farmers and adventurers in the local taverns, but now royalty needed him.
Jared walked into a high rised ceiling, complete with long ebony tapestries reaching to the ground on either side, with strange but curious symbols lining on each one. At the far end was a throne, and sitting atop that would seem to be the king himself.
Wakka.
"Yes," He said, bowing deeply, "You called for me."
"You talk of this upcoming war with some knowledge, young one. You say there is a god who can help us?"
"He promises nothing," Jared was quick with those words, as beads of sweat now ran down his face. He stood up, unsure just how to continue this, but as his courage left, his faith in himself, and his God triumphed. the words edged up from him, and he spoke with nothing more than complete competence.
"Enden is a god of justice, and this war is unjust. War is supposed to be fought to protect lives, or to ensure justice is kept. Chaos can not run rampant in our world. We need order, and that is what Enden promises. He promises order. He promises that if anyone stands up to fight against this unjust and unkempt war, he will do all in his power to protect and help you. The god of war lives for war and destruction, but the god of justice lives for peace and dignity."
"A messenger came just yesterday, to speak of this. He told of Droom's upcoming attack, and the conditions. If anyone wants to leave, they may do so."
"Anyone who wants to leave should, especially the women and children. They should be protected at all costs. Enden doesn't ask for everyone to stay and fight, just those who wish to stand up for this wrong. He will help them, and so will I, if I can."
"We will not have much to work with. What about this Enden? I think we will need his help."
Jared nodded, a simple request.
"Just built a shrine for him, and he will come."
Wakka called for his engineers.
In the end, he just went around to anyone who could lend a few minutes to hear his tale, one of hope and promise from their despair.
"Please, listen to me."
It was hopeless though. No one did. No one cared.
Not until they saw the huge parade of warriors trumpeting through the main street. As the messenger went on his way, with his God's symbols along the proud steed he rode, and guards upon guards all around him, whispers filled the once empty streets.
When Jared spoke, the people now listened.
The response still wasn't good. Most laughed him off, speaking of Besaid's armies, strong enough to crush any impending foe. It was hard to explain that a god of war wouldn't look happy upon his enemies, but they didn't care.
Others tried to shut him, up, pretending what they had seen was just their imagination. A mirage on a hot day, nothing more. No war, everything is happy. Happy happy BeSaid, all is well. Ignorance is bliss, and some walked around with plastered smiles.
A few listened, and a few heard his tale of Enden, a god who wanted to help those in this dire situation, who didn't want to leave their homes, or be ruled by a blood lusting tyrant. Yes, a few heard his voice, now unable to be quieted.
It was this voice that reached the steps of the king. Wakka, who was neither really a good king, nor a fair king, but liked the powerful throne he now sat upon, and the people he now ruled over. If a god could help thwart this army, Wakka would want to speak with him.
That his how they met Jared. He was on top of a stool, in the town square, ranting on again and again. People tired of his voice left, but for every one who did, two more stood in his place.
"Are you Jared, talking of this God who can save us?"
Jared, staring wide eyed at two guards, both armed to the teeth. For a moment he thought he could lie, maybe sneak off into the crowd, but that thought fleeted and sank into his subconscious, leaving the brave and couragious Jared who had fled all this way to help strangers.
"Yes, I am."
"Wakka, the king of our fair city, would like to speak with you."
Jared followed them, unsure if his voice were powerful enough to sway that of a king. Before today, it hadn't been able to sway the common farmers and adventurers in the local taverns, but now royalty needed him.
Jared walked into a high rised ceiling, complete with long ebony tapestries reaching to the ground on either side, with strange but curious symbols lining on each one. At the far end was a throne, and sitting atop that would seem to be the king himself.
Wakka.
"Yes," He said, bowing deeply, "You called for me."
"You talk of this upcoming war with some knowledge, young one. You say there is a god who can help us?"
"He promises nothing," Jared was quick with those words, as beads of sweat now ran down his face. He stood up, unsure just how to continue this, but as his courage left, his faith in himself, and his God triumphed. the words edged up from him, and he spoke with nothing more than complete competence.
"Enden is a god of justice, and this war is unjust. War is supposed to be fought to protect lives, or to ensure justice is kept. Chaos can not run rampant in our world. We need order, and that is what Enden promises. He promises order. He promises that if anyone stands up to fight against this unjust and unkempt war, he will do all in his power to protect and help you. The god of war lives for war and destruction, but the god of justice lives for peace and dignity."
"A messenger came just yesterday, to speak of this. He told of Droom's upcoming attack, and the conditions. If anyone wants to leave, they may do so."
"Anyone who wants to leave should, especially the women and children. They should be protected at all costs. Enden doesn't ask for everyone to stay and fight, just those who wish to stand up for this wrong. He will help them, and so will I, if I can."
"We will not have much to work with. What about this Enden? I think we will need his help."
Jared nodded, a simple request.
"Just built a shrine for him, and he will come."
Wakka called for his engineers.