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[Oct. 30th, 2004|12:32 am] |
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| | "There's No Home For You Here" The White Stripes | ] |
...and so the Clans gathered as they must at cetain times. The tribes broke off into their own smaller conclaves, to share, to plan...and to deal with certain "legal" issues.
A small and scattered tribe found their place to gather....little to do but share their similarities, that which bound them: their love for some things, contempt for others, goals which were mostly dreams, questions of thier low numbers and their scattering across the lands. The issue of being a small and scattered tribe was important to some-as their fear and hatred of some of the other tribes was so strong- but merely academic to others as they took such pride in their uniqueness.
There was a most serious matter to be dealt with however... One had to be called forward. One who held rank but was undisciplined, had become unstable, who had never taken his proper place, had failed and was...dangerous.
Judges and the few warriors of the tribe encircled him. "What name and form have you taken?" they asked (they knew of course, but protocol is protocol)
"I am Wanderinbilly." he replied
"Do you know your place among the tribe?" they asked.
"I was a companion to those greater than myself. I servee them, supported them, and learned from them. That has been been my duty and it is a privilege to be the companion to heroes." was his reply.
"What now!?" One asked quietly...and dangerously. "Have you been given no choices? Shaman,warrior, scholar, statesman,...chief? Which did you choose?"
Without fear he replied "I chose to take up a crown, a sword, and raise the war banner of the tribe." cutting off his inquisitors' next question he flatly stated. "I fled before my...our enemies, I misused our allies...I shamed my queen." With that he prostrated himself looking up at none..none.. of the tribe..
All were silent.
"Are you well now?" asked a judge "You have been provided with several hiding places in which to heal and now you have a fortress both to shelter in and sally forth from...are you well?"
"I am well. For I must be well. I must be well. I have purpose, I have meaning, I am mighty, I am well.." he murmurred into the dirt.
Many hands seized him so that the Soul which had formed him, which inhabited him and gave this particular persona life, that which controlled him (as much as it could), could confront him.
"You are not well! Already distractions weaken you, you forget the most simple of missions-you have become an object of pity of some...and a toy of others. Others have the right to their toys, again I say the right, but you...we musn't be one! You are weak still, you will-probably ARE-being attacked even now and likely cannot defend yourself let alone counterattack...
You are more than weak, you are broken.
And who and or what will you strike against? You are weak...and yet so much more dangerous than any incarnation of me. I of course continue on for the span of time allowed me this particular existence...you...?" Wanderinbilly was thrown back down to the ground and William Douglas Alexander Martin looked to the judges. "Well?"
Used to his melodrama and passions, they remained passive and contemplated for just a little while. As one judges and all members of the tribe spoke with a single voice possessed by the spirit of what defined, bound, and strengthened them, this small and scattered tribe.
"This ulitmately was of your doing, William, and the pain and shame brought to this tribe-as well as the nobility of yet another larger and more powerful tribe-resulted from your choices. You have been defeated against enemies that you should have overcome. You have left the service of your queen. You were charged with protecting her and strengthening her and you betrayed her. Our tribe has few queens and you were granted one of those-we are disappointed and ashamed.
You. You of questionable determination were granted a Queen of this tribe and yet you slandered, wounded, and shamed her. A princess of another tribe came to fight beside you...you have insulted their tribe as well.
This cannot be ignored. You have weakened the tribe-perhaps made it smaller and scattered more.
Our enemies remain...perhaps made stronger.
The verdict is GUILTY and punishment will be meted out, and swiftly.
Let us see if your madness has passed, if your judgement has improved...let us protect ourselves by sending you away from us.
William, you go to exile. Be exiled and do not wallow, grow strong, take your proper place in the tribe and accept it. Stay away from us for you are dangerous and we fear for ourselves-as well as you. It is obvious that the wounds you create upon those you love are revisited upon you-so as you harm your allies through your..weakness, insanity, whatever makes you act this way you shall harm yourself and we don't know if you can survive these wounds. You must change, you must pick a new captain of your guard, and maintain more control over avatar in this world. Go into exile. Heal, learn, and be punished for your crimes. Heal and come back to us for you are needed and have your place.
This vessel & persona, you have created, however, this "Wanderinbilly."
It dies."
So decreed the powers of a small and scattered tribe. |
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