A light filled wandering

[Iron Dragoon]

Yes. All things end. But all things have the right to struggle against it. The righteous win. The righteous lose. But was Shar offered a choice? Or was she bound unknown to her? An interesting question.

[Anastasia]

One thing will never end.

The light of Chronias shines brighter around you, ever radiant.

Do you understand now, Alyssa? Those who walk the path towards Chronias reject a balance, and instead embrace what will overcome all of this. All of the hate, all of the suffering, all of the evil. So that one day Creation will be free of them all, and none will need to settle for living a balance, where tragedy and suffering are an everyday fact.

[Iron Dragoon]

A goal that must exist. One I don't deny the beauty of. But without freedom, without potential that gave them the context and motivation to join you, without being driven by the existence of that evil, how would it ever come to be? You struggle against it, but it defines you and forms your foundation. In that, a balance exists.

[Anastasia]

You are wrong.

Evil does not define good. Evil is what crawls into the shadows and away from what is good. The shadows do not create the sun, but instead the sun's radiance creates shadows, those who seek meaning in meaningless things.

A flash.

A best friend watching his friend and wife get married, all while his heart is heavy with lust and desire for his friend's wife. It festers within, growing in the shadows, away from the light.

A branch, two seen as one.

In one branch, the friend seeks council and heals in time, putting aside what was and finding his own happiness and his own wife and family. The shadow over his heart is expunged, and in the light he lives a full life.

In the other branch, the friend lets it fester, grows darker, more hateful. It's not fair. She should be his. A growing distance, hostility, a fight. An eruption that ends with murder, his friend struck down. Lives ruined, one man dead, another soon to be executed and a bereaved widow, lost in sorrows.

[Iron Dragoon]

And in those branches, in the choice, is freedom. One good and one evil, but both need to exist for that freedom to exist.

[Anastasia]

You blink.

You stared off into the light, losing track of things for a time. You're just floating in the sky, movement having paused.

[Iron Dragoon]

"Well... That went about as well as I expected..."

Alyssa sighs and tries to find her center and wanderlust again, hoping it leads her on.

[Anastasia]

d100.

[Iron Dragoon]

[blockquote]Rolled 1d100 : 34, total 34[/blockquote]

[Anastasia]

You wander a time amid the cliffs. Here you come on a larger cliff, where a simple stone house sits. It's built into the mountainside itself, blending in well. The door's open and you also see there's a little river coming down from above, forming a small pond nearby the house.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa approaches it and calls out, "Hello?"

[Anastasia]

A pleasant voice calls, "I'm in here cooking, come on in."

[Iron Dragoon]

Alysa heads in side, "I'm Alyssa Songsteel. I'm sort of wandering and exploring. I'm sorry to disturb you, but your home looked interesting."

[Anastasia]

Inside is an old woman, short and wrinkly. She wears a plain dress, as she chops carrots and garlic on a cutting board. With a smile she turns, "Well, I'll make enough for two, then."

It's a simple house within - open floor plan with a kitchen, a bedroom area and a general living area. Nothing too interesting on a glance.

[Iron Dragoon]

Alyssa looks around at the home, "Might I ask who you are and why you've chosen to live here? It's quite out of the way."