Eternal
“Okay, I’ll listen to your pleas, but I doubt that you will be able to convince me of anything.” You remark.
“You seem so certain.” Batalimus says.
“Of course I am. For one I am not some scared citizen or greedy senator that can be bribed or frightened into submission. I am not an ignorant peasant either that can be merely swayed by lies.”
“Never thought you were.”
“Second and more importantly, I was not impressed with your republic when I was first dug up and I continue to be unimpressed with it now. It is an inefficient form of government that allows too much power to the people and it doesn’t even do that right, considering all the corruption.”
“Oh I wouldn’t say that. Within the last few years the people have been making demands for more security and defense and Quintus has been delivering appeasement to them. It would seem that you’ve managed make the system work for you.” Batalimus says.
“And don’t you think that’s proof that your system is broken? If YOU were the ruler of this country you wouldn’t be in the situation you are now. You’d be able to have Quintus executed along with everyone that didn’t fall in line.”
“You may be right.”
“Of course I’m right, because the masses are by and large weak-willed fools that actually desire a strong hand to rule them and do the thinking for them. Honestly I don’t know how your system lasted as long as it did.”
“Because it worked or at least it did before you came around.”
“So…you’re going to blame me for your system’s weaknesses? Seems to me it should’ve been strong enough to weather the presence of one man.”
Batalimus begins laughing.
“One man? Yes. It’s done that for quite some time. Do you think Quintus is the ONLY one who has ever wanted to bring back the so called good old days? His kind has always existed in some form or another since the infancy of the republic. Sometimes there were even whole groups of his type. The difference is, there was never any incentive for the rest of the population to actually listen to them before. There was never a living god on their side defending everyone from vicious foreign attacks like those of the orcs, let alone scaring the hell out of everyone by his mere presence.”
“I’m not a god.”
“For all intents and purposes you might as well be. The rumors alone are enough to cause most to think you are, but even without such rumors, the facts are still enough to impress what you would call the masses. Quintus isn’t the only one who has access to old Empire history at the Mol Museum. You were the right hand man of a supposedly near omnipotent emperor, you survived the cataclysm that destroyed the old empire, you’re certainly the most skilled warrior that anyone has ever seen and you command the use of magic, which is an incredibly rare thing nowadays. Other than the few exceptional svelk in Lenay, wizards just don’t exist anymore let alone any of your power. I doubt with even all the magic trinkets Quintus has dug up, he’ll be able to protect himself when you finally decide to kill him.”
Granted you haven’t given that possibility much serious thought, Batalimus is probably right about that outcome.
“While all this is very interesting, you’ve still failed to make your case and you’re beginning to waste my time.” You say.
“Yes, forgive me. I’m used to droning on in the senate, I forget that someone like you would rather get right to the point. Right then, here it is, the Republic is better in the long term for the people than your Empire.”
You’re silent.
“I certainly hope that isn’t your only argument Batalimus.”
“No, but it should be the only one that matters. Even if you succeed in all your endeavors, you have to know that this revived Empire isn’t going to last. At best it’ll last a century after your own death and given that you’re constantly walking in its shadow who knows how quick that might come.”
“Choose your next words carefully, one could perceive that as a threat.”
“A threat? No. Poorly worded, I’ll agree. Mainly because I doubt you’ll actually die violently despite your particular lifestyle. I’d almost be willing to wager that you’ll die an old man in your sleep. A great irony I suppose. Anyway, the point still remains, you have to know that your Empire will not last long after your death, it didn’t even last long during your life.”
“It only fell because of…” you nearly say because of your actions, but you stop yourself.
“Because of what?” Batalimus asks.
“Because of the cataclysm. It would’ve still been standing today if that hadn’t been the case.”
“You’re guessing. Even if the cataclysm hadn’t occurred it would’ve been something else. Despite the fact that you belonged to a repressive system, I do know that in your way you served the concept of the greater good. You believe that you’re actually helping the people by keeping them in line. And maybe you even are to a certain extent, but it’s at the cost of liberty and freedom and that is an anathema to me. I’m watching all of what was built being slowly destroyed before my eyes. We as a people came out from the chaos of cataclysm and eventually found a better way to live. One that didn’t submit to the whims of a single ruler or is at the mercy of a tyrant. No, it wasn’t a perfect system, but we were always working to fix the problems for the people and they were happy. I don’t see any joy when I look at people nowadays; all I see is fear, paranoia and suspicion. Can’t you see that all you’re doing is throwing the people to a backwards age and ultimately it will do nobody any good?”
“Good thing I’m not trying to please you then and I’d argue that I’ve already fixed a few of the major problems with the recent changes. For one, crime is down and you’re no longer a potential doormat if anyone stronger should suddenly appear. Even the pirate attacks are much lower now.” You answer.
“Yes, military strength the backbone of all proper dictators. Let me guess, after this place is completely under your thumb your next step will be to send it forth and conquer land right? How are you going to do that for the Qualan Badlands? You going to force thousands of people to settle on inhospitable land where it’s near impossible to farm? And how do your orc friends figure into all this? I know that you probably have some sort of conspiracy going on with them, because they never attacked us like they have been recently. You going to somehow force the Nalin citizens with their newfound xenophobia to live with them or are you going to just commit genocide on the orcs and chalk them up to expendable losses? Then what after? You going to waste countless lives conquering the six cities of Arat? The Usksha Emirates? The Redcap Kingdom? Where is it going to end? Tell me, what do you personally hope to gain by re-establishing an empire? A need for familiarity? A simple power grab? Is it all because of an outdated sense of duty? Whatever the reason, none of them are really good ones for what you’re doing. Your time was the PAST and you can’t recapture what you lost. Your Empire as you knew it is long dead because all things eventually end. All of this, what you’re doing is proof that you just can’t accept that fact.”
You’ve heard enough.
“Funny that you said that Bata, because I’d say that it’s the opposite.”
“What?”
“You. Your republic is dying and this desperate attempt to try to convince me to not continue my actions is proof that YOU can’t accept that all things eventually end.”
“I know somewhere within you that you can see my side of this! I mean I won’t deny that your presence hasn’t been positive for the country in some ways. You could still have a place here in the Republic. You have so much power. Power that could be used to help people in a positive way! Wouldn’t you rather be known as a loved hero rather than a figure of fear?” Batalimus exclaims.
“I’ve known several heroes in the past. Some of them fellow Eternals and all of them were figures of fear. Look, I’ve already pointed out the weakness of your inferior system and you’ve failed to convince me otherwise. Doesn’t matter if I do or don’t see your side of things. Whatever motivations you think I’m doing this for don’t matter. I’m fairly certain whatever other arguments you may have aren’t going to convince me either, so this has just been a waste of both of our time.”
It takes a moment for Batalimus to gather his thoughts.
“I had hoped and perhaps naively thought that you were a reasonable man, but I was wrong. Apparently I did bring you here to kill me. Maybe not in the physical sense, but I see now that there will be no stopping what is to come. It’s a bitter thing seeing what you love the most die before your eyes.”
“Join the club Bata. And I’m not talking about the Empire.” You answer and take that as your cue to leave.
You half expect Batalimus to have his guards attack you in some last attempt to save his republic, but he just sits there impotently in defeat.
And that’s exactly why his republic is dying. Nobody cares enough about it to fight for it. This man is probably the only one left who does care and he used words as his weapons. Better that he should’ve tried to have you assassinated as soon as you walked in the door.
But this isn’t your problem, your problems are elsewhere and after you leave Batalimus’ home, you head back to the Qualan Badlands.
A few days later while at your patrol camp, you receive a letter from a messenger. At first you think it’s from Quintus with another request to help him with some task that is too difficult for him, but you’re surprised when you find out it’s from Batalimus.
Eternal,
By the time you read this, I will be dead. I want to thank you for I believe our little talk finally gave me the courage to just end it all. The funny thing is I had the idea to have Quintus assassinated before I spoke with you thinking that even if I couldn’t kill you, I would at least have taken away your partner on the public relations side of things, making the transition from republic to empire a little more difficult for you. Perhaps you would’ve even gotten so frustrated that you would’ve left.
Then I realized I can’t save the republic by destroying it or my ideals. And it wouldn’t have stopped you anyway. The days of the republic are indeed numbered and I’d rather remember it as it was rather than continuing to see its own death throes. It is my time that has passed. Your time is now.
Still, I can’t help being an idealist. Perhaps if your Empire can live again, then perhaps one day so will my republic. I can have faith in that as I pass on to the other world.
Good luck Eternal in your pursuit of war and conquest, though I should like to think that maybe my words still got through to you a little bit. That maybe you will realize that the people are important and not just resources to be used on a battlefield or wherever else. That a government can exist that doesn’t require repressive domestic methods or the subjugation of foreign lands.
But then as I said, I am an idealist.
Batalimus Ventis
After reading the letter you toss it in the fire. One of the soldiers asks you if it’s another order from Quintus.
“No, just news that another obstacle is no longer an issue.” You remark.
A few days pass and you have been thinking about Batalimus’ words a lot more since there isn’t much going on in the way of action in camp. While he ended up agreeing with you that the republic is coming to an end no matter what, you’re still struggling with the idea that what is going to replace it, since it won’t truly be the Empire as you knew it. Ol’ Batty was right even you did change his mind. Your time is STILL the past.
You’ve had five years to get “used” to the changes and while you have and are even thriving, you’re never going to feel comfortable. Even if you kill Quintus and seize power and everything goes well with that, you still have to go through the process of reconquering everything again. Something you really shouldn’t have to do.
You should’ve had a your “birthright” over five hundred years ago. Now you feel like you’re having to play catch up for a much lesser prize. Most of the old lands are indeed ruined to a degree that you can’t imagine anyone wanting to live there even if you did conquer it. Pushing people into doing so is libel to cause a revolt at worst or just flat out attrition at best…ugh…shit you don’t want to even ponder yet.
And what’s the alternative? Not killing Quintus and serving as his loyal right hand goon? Continuing to watch that fool take ALL the credit for stuff you will no doubt have a hand in? No, you did that already and at least with the Emperor you didn’t have to put up with any sort of dysfunctional family every time you visited him.
You think back to when you spent time in the museum with Jennifer talking about that past. That’s still the happiest you’ve been since you woke up. You even wonder if you shouldn’t just abandon all these desires and ambitions. What has it really gotten you in the scheme of things? You made the big gamble the first time and it didn’t work out maybe that was a sign.
You wonder if you shouldn’t just settle down with Jennifer and try to live a normal life.
“You seem so certain.” Batalimus says.
“Of course I am. For one I am not some scared citizen or greedy senator that can be bribed or frightened into submission. I am not an ignorant peasant either that can be merely swayed by lies.”
“Never thought you were.”
“Second and more importantly, I was not impressed with your republic when I was first dug up and I continue to be unimpressed with it now. It is an inefficient form of government that allows too much power to the people and it doesn’t even do that right, considering all the corruption.”
“Oh I wouldn’t say that. Within the last few years the people have been making demands for more security and defense and Quintus has been delivering appeasement to them. It would seem that you’ve managed make the system work for you.” Batalimus says.
“And don’t you think that’s proof that your system is broken? If YOU were the ruler of this country you wouldn’t be in the situation you are now. You’d be able to have Quintus executed along with everyone that didn’t fall in line.”
“You may be right.”
“Of course I’m right, because the masses are by and large weak-willed fools that actually desire a strong hand to rule them and do the thinking for them. Honestly I don’t know how your system lasted as long as it did.”
“Because it worked or at least it did before you came around.”
“So…you’re going to blame me for your system’s weaknesses? Seems to me it should’ve been strong enough to weather the presence of one man.”
Batalimus begins laughing.
“One man? Yes. It’s done that for quite some time. Do you think Quintus is the ONLY one who has ever wanted to bring back the so called good old days? His kind has always existed in some form or another since the infancy of the republic. Sometimes there were even whole groups of his type. The difference is, there was never any incentive for the rest of the population to actually listen to them before. There was never a living god on their side defending everyone from vicious foreign attacks like those of the orcs, let alone scaring the hell out of everyone by his mere presence.”
“I’m not a god.”
“For all intents and purposes you might as well be. The rumors alone are enough to cause most to think you are, but even without such rumors, the facts are still enough to impress what you would call the masses. Quintus isn’t the only one who has access to old Empire history at the Mol Museum. You were the right hand man of a supposedly near omnipotent emperor, you survived the cataclysm that destroyed the old empire, you’re certainly the most skilled warrior that anyone has ever seen and you command the use of magic, which is an incredibly rare thing nowadays. Other than the few exceptional svelk in Lenay, wizards just don’t exist anymore let alone any of your power. I doubt with even all the magic trinkets Quintus has dug up, he’ll be able to protect himself when you finally decide to kill him.”
Granted you haven’t given that possibility much serious thought, Batalimus is probably right about that outcome.
“While all this is very interesting, you’ve still failed to make your case and you’re beginning to waste my time.” You say.
“Yes, forgive me. I’m used to droning on in the senate, I forget that someone like you would rather get right to the point. Right then, here it is, the Republic is better in the long term for the people than your Empire.”
You’re silent.
“I certainly hope that isn’t your only argument Batalimus.”
“No, but it should be the only one that matters. Even if you succeed in all your endeavors, you have to know that this revived Empire isn’t going to last. At best it’ll last a century after your own death and given that you’re constantly walking in its shadow who knows how quick that might come.”
“Choose your next words carefully, one could perceive that as a threat.”
“A threat? No. Poorly worded, I’ll agree. Mainly because I doubt you’ll actually die violently despite your particular lifestyle. I’d almost be willing to wager that you’ll die an old man in your sleep. A great irony I suppose. Anyway, the point still remains, you have to know that your Empire will not last long after your death, it didn’t even last long during your life.”
“It only fell because of…” you nearly say because of your actions, but you stop yourself.
“Because of what?” Batalimus asks.
“Because of the cataclysm. It would’ve still been standing today if that hadn’t been the case.”
“You’re guessing. Even if the cataclysm hadn’t occurred it would’ve been something else. Despite the fact that you belonged to a repressive system, I do know that in your way you served the concept of the greater good. You believe that you’re actually helping the people by keeping them in line. And maybe you even are to a certain extent, but it’s at the cost of liberty and freedom and that is an anathema to me. I’m watching all of what was built being slowly destroyed before my eyes. We as a people came out from the chaos of cataclysm and eventually found a better way to live. One that didn’t submit to the whims of a single ruler or is at the mercy of a tyrant. No, it wasn’t a perfect system, but we were always working to fix the problems for the people and they were happy. I don’t see any joy when I look at people nowadays; all I see is fear, paranoia and suspicion. Can’t you see that all you’re doing is throwing the people to a backwards age and ultimately it will do nobody any good?”
“Good thing I’m not trying to please you then and I’d argue that I’ve already fixed a few of the major problems with the recent changes. For one, crime is down and you’re no longer a potential doormat if anyone stronger should suddenly appear. Even the pirate attacks are much lower now.” You answer.
“Yes, military strength the backbone of all proper dictators. Let me guess, after this place is completely under your thumb your next step will be to send it forth and conquer land right? How are you going to do that for the Qualan Badlands? You going to force thousands of people to settle on inhospitable land where it’s near impossible to farm? And how do your orc friends figure into all this? I know that you probably have some sort of conspiracy going on with them, because they never attacked us like they have been recently. You going to somehow force the Nalin citizens with their newfound xenophobia to live with them or are you going to just commit genocide on the orcs and chalk them up to expendable losses? Then what after? You going to waste countless lives conquering the six cities of Arat? The Usksha Emirates? The Redcap Kingdom? Where is it going to end? Tell me, what do you personally hope to gain by re-establishing an empire? A need for familiarity? A simple power grab? Is it all because of an outdated sense of duty? Whatever the reason, none of them are really good ones for what you’re doing. Your time was the PAST and you can’t recapture what you lost. Your Empire as you knew it is long dead because all things eventually end. All of this, what you’re doing is proof that you just can’t accept that fact.”
You’ve heard enough.
“Funny that you said that Bata, because I’d say that it’s the opposite.”
“What?”
“You. Your republic is dying and this desperate attempt to try to convince me to not continue my actions is proof that YOU can’t accept that all things eventually end.”
“I know somewhere within you that you can see my side of this! I mean I won’t deny that your presence hasn’t been positive for the country in some ways. You could still have a place here in the Republic. You have so much power. Power that could be used to help people in a positive way! Wouldn’t you rather be known as a loved hero rather than a figure of fear?” Batalimus exclaims.
“I’ve known several heroes in the past. Some of them fellow Eternals and all of them were figures of fear. Look, I’ve already pointed out the weakness of your inferior system and you’ve failed to convince me otherwise. Doesn’t matter if I do or don’t see your side of things. Whatever motivations you think I’m doing this for don’t matter. I’m fairly certain whatever other arguments you may have aren’t going to convince me either, so this has just been a waste of both of our time.”
It takes a moment for Batalimus to gather his thoughts.
“I had hoped and perhaps naively thought that you were a reasonable man, but I was wrong. Apparently I did bring you here to kill me. Maybe not in the physical sense, but I see now that there will be no stopping what is to come. It’s a bitter thing seeing what you love the most die before your eyes.”
“Join the club Bata. And I’m not talking about the Empire.” You answer and take that as your cue to leave.
You half expect Batalimus to have his guards attack you in some last attempt to save his republic, but he just sits there impotently in defeat.
And that’s exactly why his republic is dying. Nobody cares enough about it to fight for it. This man is probably the only one left who does care and he used words as his weapons. Better that he should’ve tried to have you assassinated as soon as you walked in the door.
But this isn’t your problem, your problems are elsewhere and after you leave Batalimus’ home, you head back to the Qualan Badlands.
A few days later while at your patrol camp, you receive a letter from a messenger. At first you think it’s from Quintus with another request to help him with some task that is too difficult for him, but you’re surprised when you find out it’s from Batalimus.
Eternal,
By the time you read this, I will be dead. I want to thank you for I believe our little talk finally gave me the courage to just end it all. The funny thing is I had the idea to have Quintus assassinated before I spoke with you thinking that even if I couldn’t kill you, I would at least have taken away your partner on the public relations side of things, making the transition from republic to empire a little more difficult for you. Perhaps you would’ve even gotten so frustrated that you would’ve left.
Then I realized I can’t save the republic by destroying it or my ideals. And it wouldn’t have stopped you anyway. The days of the republic are indeed numbered and I’d rather remember it as it was rather than continuing to see its own death throes. It is my time that has passed. Your time is now.
Still, I can’t help being an idealist. Perhaps if your Empire can live again, then perhaps one day so will my republic. I can have faith in that as I pass on to the other world.
Good luck Eternal in your pursuit of war and conquest, though I should like to think that maybe my words still got through to you a little bit. That maybe you will realize that the people are important and not just resources to be used on a battlefield or wherever else. That a government can exist that doesn’t require repressive domestic methods or the subjugation of foreign lands.
But then as I said, I am an idealist.
Batalimus Ventis
After reading the letter you toss it in the fire. One of the soldiers asks you if it’s another order from Quintus.
“No, just news that another obstacle is no longer an issue.” You remark.
A few days pass and you have been thinking about Batalimus’ words a lot more since there isn’t much going on in the way of action in camp. While he ended up agreeing with you that the republic is coming to an end no matter what, you’re still struggling with the idea that what is going to replace it, since it won’t truly be the Empire as you knew it. Ol’ Batty was right even you did change his mind. Your time is STILL the past.
You’ve had five years to get “used” to the changes and while you have and are even thriving, you’re never going to feel comfortable. Even if you kill Quintus and seize power and everything goes well with that, you still have to go through the process of reconquering everything again. Something you really shouldn’t have to do.
You should’ve had a your “birthright” over five hundred years ago. Now you feel like you’re having to play catch up for a much lesser prize. Most of the old lands are indeed ruined to a degree that you can’t imagine anyone wanting to live there even if you did conquer it. Pushing people into doing so is libel to cause a revolt at worst or just flat out attrition at best…ugh…shit you don’t want to even ponder yet.
And what’s the alternative? Not killing Quintus and serving as his loyal right hand goon? Continuing to watch that fool take ALL the credit for stuff you will no doubt have a hand in? No, you did that already and at least with the Emperor you didn’t have to put up with any sort of dysfunctional family every time you visited him.
You think back to when you spent time in the museum with Jennifer talking about that past. That’s still the happiest you’ve been since you woke up. You even wonder if you shouldn’t just abandon all these desires and ambitions. What has it really gotten you in the scheme of things? You made the big gamble the first time and it didn’t work out maybe that was a sign.
You wonder if you shouldn’t just settle down with Jennifer and try to live a normal life.