Cyr
2006-05-26, 07:59 PM
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. -Last Verse of Inviticus, William Henly
In the beginning were the gods, and they made the world and with it the races, then the races prayed and gained power and the mages learned to weave the power of the planes, but then came the Psions. The Heretics, The Blasphemies, the Selfish. Those who dared to invoke their own name for their power, their own soul for their strength, their own mind for their greatness. The Hated. That is the nature of Psionics, not merely another form of magic, but a form of power from within not without.
The piece of poetry at the best describes the heart and mind of the psionic that follow their own wishes, and are hated because of it.
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul. -Last Verse of Inviticus, William Henly
In the beginning were the gods, and they made the world and with it the races, then the races prayed and gained power and the mages learned to weave the power of the planes, but then came the Psions. The Heretics, The Blasphemies, the Selfish. Those who dared to invoke their own name for their power, their own soul for their strength, their own mind for their greatness. The Hated. That is the nature of Psionics, not merely another form of magic, but a form of power from within not without.
The piece of poetry at the best describes the heart and mind of the psionic that follow their own wishes, and are hated because of it.