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Mystagogue
Marius
Marius scratched his head a bit a the talk of good and evil. He never really understood the concepts, particularly as discussed by priests and paladins. He had always given the church a wide berth because the people there seemed a little crazy to him. Priests and paladins often professed that theft and murder was evil, except when it wasn't. The church itself did not seem overly concerned with being evil if that was the case. They came in with their paladins to steal from people at sword point, called it "tithing" which somehow made it okay. They thought nothing of slaughtering people by the hundred in their holy crusades against evil. If you have a magic test to determine the wickedness in a person's soul, then slaughtering them in the name of the holy gods was right, wasn't it? Of course the mundane masses could only take their word on the matter, so what if they lied? What if the magic test was just justification for the church to cut down whoever they wanted while still claiming that killing was evil and that they were right?
Over the course of his life, Marius had killed before. He had taken things that might not strictly be described as having belonged to him as well. He did not think of himself as either a murderer or a thief. Nor did he think that he was evil, regardless of what any church might preach. The world was a cruel, violent place and sometimes people had to do what they had to do, much like this orc had. There was no good or evil. Or if there was, then judging by the assortment of weapons and their apparent willingness to kill, every single person here was evil. After all, if killing is wrong, why carry a weapon?
It was philosophical talk like that that made Marius sometimes envy the animals. They were not concerned about good or evil. They were not concerned about being judged for killing something else. When a wolf slaughtered a rabbit, it was not concerned about whether the rabbit was evil or not, nor was it concerned about whether the act of slaughtering said rabbit was evil. An opossum felt no guilt over stealing a few eggs from a chicken coop. It just ate it's newly acquired eggs and was happy about it. No one ever says that an animal is evil.
Despite all these thoughts that swirled about in Marius's head, sworn to silence as he was, he said nothing. But he did give both Baldhart and Zoran a long, incredulous stare.
Marius scratched his head a bit a the talk of good and evil. He never really understood the concepts, particularly as discussed by priests and paladins. He had always given the church a wide berth because the people there seemed a little crazy to him. Priests and paladins often professed that theft and murder was evil, except when it wasn't. The church itself did not seem overly concerned with being evil if that was the case. They came in with their paladins to steal from people at sword point, called it "tithing" which somehow made it okay. They thought nothing of slaughtering people by the hundred in their holy crusades against evil. If you have a magic test to determine the wickedness in a person's soul, then slaughtering them in the name of the holy gods was right, wasn't it? Of course the mundane masses could only take their word on the matter, so what if they lied? What if the magic test was just justification for the church to cut down whoever they wanted while still claiming that killing was evil and that they were right?
Over the course of his life, Marius had killed before. He had taken things that might not strictly be described as having belonged to him as well. He did not think of himself as either a murderer or a thief. Nor did he think that he was evil, regardless of what any church might preach. The world was a cruel, violent place and sometimes people had to do what they had to do, much like this orc had. There was no good or evil. Or if there was, then judging by the assortment of weapons and their apparent willingness to kill, every single person here was evil. After all, if killing is wrong, why carry a weapon?
It was philosophical talk like that that made Marius sometimes envy the animals. They were not concerned about good or evil. They were not concerned about being judged for killing something else. When a wolf slaughtered a rabbit, it was not concerned about whether the rabbit was evil or not, nor was it concerned about whether the act of slaughtering said rabbit was evil. An opossum felt no guilt over stealing a few eggs from a chicken coop. It just ate it's newly acquired eggs and was happy about it. No one ever says that an animal is evil.
Despite all these thoughts that swirled about in Marius's head, sworn to silence as he was, he said nothing. But he did give both Baldhart and Zoran a long, incredulous stare.
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