OOC: Out of sheer curiosity, where did you get that? Is that a sweater or something Iggy?

Ironic too about Alatia, I expected a Tribal Council or something of that sort, not a despotism. Not very enlightened eh?
Oh yes that reminds me iggy, story
A Battle of Wills
Pax, Exilsium
We lose the war, whether Guangfei wins or lose. Tzu, you and your followers made ride out the storm, but we will not. We will be persecuted, destroyed and purged by the Lius. You know this.
Lao Tzu, the unofficial but universally recognized leader of the Way of the One put down his quill to give the speaker a friendly look. An old friend of his, childhood friends in fact separated by a massive gulf, the gulf called politics. He was a loyal faithful subject of the Guangfei Emperor while the other was a rebel and traitor with a bounty on his head should he ever return to Qingdao. The leader of the Guangfei followers of the Church of the One, Yong Zhi.
My friend, you knew this would happen the moment you sided with the New Veritasians. You knew that this day would come. You knew it, yet you continued on your treacherous path, a path that will end in either you kneeling in front of the Dragon Throne begging for forgiveness, living in exile in a faraway land, or stabbed in the back in a dark alleyway. You knew it, the One granted men with reasoning and logic to set us apart from the lower animals.
Yet he also granted men hope, the forever glistening light at the end of a tunnel. And that was why you sided with the New Veritasians, for you knew that the Church of the One in Guangfei was doomed when the Way was introduced. Yet you stayed upon your path, for you were always stubborn. Refusing to see the truth that the time of the Church of the One was at a close. New Veritas is failing. The blood that was once was Veritas no longer flows within her veins. What is New Veritas but a shadow of her former glory? Exsilium, Davar, Emor, Arcadia, and all the other once Oneists states are leaving her fold. She can no longer rule the world through religion. It is the twilight. The twilight will end.
Yong Zhi, with a haggard expression on his face collapsed on the chair opposite Tzu yet he had no trace of bewilderment upon his facial expression. His face was one of resignation, acceptance of his defeat. The face of a man whose sole consolation, his beacon of light, had just been snuffed out of existence. He said in a whisper, barely able to form the words needed.
How did you know? You cannot be the prophet that was promised by the One
No man upon this world can truly know how and why the One does things as they are done. The One is forever beyond our reach, yet we must still reach for him. Not for the impossible goal of reaching him, but for the struggle of the reaching. The One is, and always will be, beyond our knowledge. There has been only two mortals upon this Earth perhaps could have seen the truth.
As Lao Tzu finished speaking, there was a look of hope, a distant glimmer of it in his old friends eyes. A hope he unfortunately quashed with his next words.
No, no High Priest or any other religious figure of Veritas has ever seen the truth. I am afraid, that all but one of the Veritasians are doomed to the fires of Hell. No, Straitkrator is the only Veritasian that shall go to Heaven for all others are doomed to hell and eternal fire. The Plague of the Valins is still ever present. The other? You do not speak the question, but you ask it within your soul, your heart. The other is the last High Priest of Eldrania. The founder of the Citadel. And now my old friend, you see the light. The circle is complete.
In the desperation of a doomed man, not physically but spiritually, his friend rose up in a fit of anger and smashed his fist upon the table. The table did not give way, but stood firm, a testimony to many things. Such as the relative weakness of Holy Men.
No! Do not hide your venom behind your sweet words of reason and faith. You are nothing but a heretic, a traitor! A subject of the Dragon Throne, you lie! You are the running dog of Emperor Yue! The spit flying out of his mouth along with his passionate and vehement words did nothing to stir the ever calm Lao Tzu, he didnt even flinch.
It is better to be a running dog for one righteous master, then a running dog for a group of usurpers. For are you not the running dog of New Veritas? A nation whom controls the Church of the One with no regard, a master in the light is always preferable to master in the shadows. What say you?
On that day, a flame was extinguished. Yet, like a Phoenix, the flame was rekindled. A new man was born much as a snake sheds her skin. A new man, a new purpose, into the setting sun. A man whom had faced his destiny and turned away, for it was not his desire to fulfill his destiny.
I, and whomever else will follow me, will go with you Tzu, and seek forgiveness from the Emperor. May he be as merciful as they say.