A light filled wandering

[Anastasia]

Thus Alyssa sets out. There are many paths available to her.

She could wander the beaches, explore what they have.

Alternately, she could explore the sea and perhaps see what lives below the waves, if she has the magic to do so.

If that doesn't appeal, one can fly or seek mountain paths, to climb further up Celestia.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa closes her eyes and breathes deeply, then focuses on the wanderlust that's so deeply a part of her and lets it guidance her.

Basically just gonna roll the dice here. d3 or d100?

[Anastasia]

d3 is fine for that.

[Iron Dragoon]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d3 : 3, total 3[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

You take to the air, lost in the journey as you go. You fly amid the mountains, taking it all in. The beaches and sea below, the cliffs and rock faces, the paths that wind amid it and up.

The only constant is the light of Chronias, which shines with an endless radiance.

Do you look up at the light?

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa basks in it, turning to face it and soak it in for a few moments before tentatively opening her eyes to it.

[Anastasia]

It's a wonderful light, a glorious light. It's the most beautiful and warm thing you've ever seen.

You also remember. Moments of shortness, of anger, of failings. Of turning to the power of evil, wearing it on your finger. The power of Shar, looming over all like a blade at the neck of a prisoner. The lustful spite of Malcanthet, like a poisoned chalice forced to your lips.

Why do you walk a path no closer to what is right than what you oppose? What clearing will that path lead you to in the end?

[Iron Dragoon]

Freedom. Pure freedom. Of choice. Of life. The space between the extremes that binds it all together. The grease of the cogs of Creation. The perfect balance that binds all together. Accepting of the choices, of the potential, but always aware that evil lurks to undermine and good to seduce into obedience.

Creation needs both to function, the sides of the same coin, and she is determined to walk the edge of that coin. On that path, Alyssa is sure that the true potential of Creation can be found.

[Anastasia]

You look into the light and but a single question comes to your mind: Was balance sufficient to save your brother?

Images.

Widows crying over graves.

Valiant heroes falling beneath the undead.

Soldiers holding the line against rampaging goblins, but slowly overrun.

A single brave man standing against an angry lord, taking magic meant for another.

[Iron Dragoon]

Justice has scales to balance. The insult of what light vengeance on her brother's murderer was not balanced, which reaffirms the need for that balance.

Balance needs agents to act on it's behalf, but none of that will ever comfort those who have lost. To forget that, to ignore it is to lose your soul and will. Striving for the betterment of all has worth.

[Anastasia]

Justice is not wrong, you realize. No is striving for the betterment of others.

As you look into the light, a single question forms: In what balance do the deeds of the wicked find comfort? In what balance do the tears of mourners have worthwhile meaning?

[Iron Dragoon]

In hope. In family and in love. Families can be pulled apart by it and they can be brought together. Two sides, and the path that binds both.

[Anastasia]

As you look up?

Then what place does those of evil have in families and love?

[Iron Dragoon]

Redemption. Hope. Learning a different way. No single thing works the same every time. How much evil has good spawned? A son sees a drunken thief of a father abuse the family and strives for justice. The son of a guardsman who protects those around him and sees only power and status. Both spawned from one and to another. Two sides and a balance.

[Anastasia]

As you ponder, a question comes to you, simple and direct.

Then does one such as Shar have a place in your balance?