Not Really Lore, But...
Posted: Sat Aug 11, 2012 14:38
Sent to snowdrop, got no reply. Here for public for consumption, public ridicule, and to preserve the record:
I wrote this a second ago for kicks, with two goals:
Try to see what it might feel like to be inside the head of a member of the Shadow Guild
Gain an appreciation for why its so difficult to write lore for them
Caveats:
First draft, and I'm not confident that it's good enough to warrant a revision
As such, there are plenty of thematic issues present, and I didn't even bother fleshing out the content
The title is a spoof, not meant as a serious replacement for Shadow Guild
So yeah, not remotely my best work (and fiction definitely isn't my forte, but I had fun none-the-less).
Fabled Misunderstood Lords
Shadow Guild. Absurd, isn't it? They call us that, as though what we are can be defined; as though we are a collective of shapeless figures united in some nefarious plot to conquer the these forsaken kingdoms. In the first place, it is not what we are but what we have become; what we were made to become. Though we exist in their world, we are not a part of it. Hear me, idle Watcher: we are neither evil, nor cursed, nor weak. We are simply the forgotten fabled, misunderstood masters of our crafts; and underestimated lords of our legion.
They forget that we were once their brothers, sisters, mothers, and fathers. They conjure fables of us being corrupted because they do not understand. How quickly they forget that our "witchcraft", "heresy" and "curses" were once their sciences, doctrines, and gifts.
We are lords, for not one of us commands the other, yet all are in power. Just as dominantly as you might command an army of the undead, a treturous soul could claim your life force and command you in his army of the undead just as dominantly!