Shattered
Lord of Utopia
I thought it would be a cool idea to open up a roman-forum style thread, based on nothing but factions argueing with each other, trying to get converts to join their cause. Please note, this is all roleplaying, so don't take it too seriously.
Setting: A large natural clearing, surrounded by woods. The clearing itself is shaped like a bowl, earth sloping down to a small flat base in the middle. A large rock sits in the middle of this depression. Imagine a prehistoric 360 degree amphitheatre.
The men of the factions gather around the stone, each eager to try and sell his words to the public. A weathered old man feebly climbs to the top of the rock, and stands tall. His words, while soft, are carried far by the shape of the earth.
"As you all know, I am Shattered, a philosopher of the legion. I have gathered you all today in this divine place, not in the name of violence, but in the name of peace. I have seen countless deaths, all stemming from our inherent differences between out native factions. It is time to put down the sword, and take up the word. Let it be known that this sacred place disallows violence; only diplomacy will save you here. So, let the factions speak! Tell the people why they should follow your faction! Tell them why they should not follow other factions! Let your voices be heard."
The old man slowly climbs to the ground, winded, but still standing. He turns to those men surrounding the stone. "It is your turn to speak, may your words have the power to change minds." The old man starts his slow journey back to his home, his job done.
Setting: A large natural clearing, surrounded by woods. The clearing itself is shaped like a bowl, earth sloping down to a small flat base in the middle. A large rock sits in the middle of this depression. Imagine a prehistoric 360 degree amphitheatre.
The men of the factions gather around the stone, each eager to try and sell his words to the public. A weathered old man feebly climbs to the top of the rock, and stands tall. His words, while soft, are carried far by the shape of the earth.
"As you all know, I am Shattered, a philosopher of the legion. I have gathered you all today in this divine place, not in the name of violence, but in the name of peace. I have seen countless deaths, all stemming from our inherent differences between out native factions. It is time to put down the sword, and take up the word. Let it be known that this sacred place disallows violence; only diplomacy will save you here. So, let the factions speak! Tell the people why they should follow your faction! Tell them why they should not follow other factions! Let your voices be heard."
The old man slowly climbs to the ground, winded, but still standing. He turns to those men surrounding the stone. "It is your turn to speak, may your words have the power to change minds." The old man starts his slow journey back to his home, his job done.