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[Rufus Oryan]

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He had exhausted himself entirely. He lay upon a bed of the finest linens. He grasped concisouness slighly. His fingers twitched, his muscles tightened and loosened...he was almost there.

The suns warmth rested upon his back. He sat there, in the desert of Nujel'm, motionless. For hours upon hours, he muttered wordings, his eyes closed completely, mind wandering. The ethreal ponderings of that which lay in the blackness of the etheres and of thought combined, could lead a being of any race into moments of clarity...or even madness. Rufus had long ago, attempted to understand and grasp spirituality entirely and all forms of meditation connected to such. But during his time of most confusion...His time where he was unsure of whom he was or what he was to do. He had strayed from this prayer, this meditation...the thing that made him who he was.

In his visions he saw etchings of gold, writing in sands, the voice of a thousand warriors, visionaries, scholars, craftsman...prophets. The answer to his deepest conundrums and stances on the ideals that he held close to his heart. Visions of those whom he felt his deepest love for...The entirety of the Realm...Sarah De'fiona, His son Najm, those peoples whom made up the administration of the Regency...people he began to trust with everything that was important to him. Labelle, Savhanna...even Isk. Or perhaps, he had lost sight of the thing that had made him into the philosophical being he attempted to be....he lacked the confidence in himself and his motions....he strayed away from his understanding of himself and his reasoning.

The visions continued....Revived alliances, familiar faces, smiling as he entered the room. He would nod slowly and allow them into the grandest formation of beings there is...Or would he...

Sweat ran down his brow for several minutes. The onlooking house madiens stood in worry as his body twitched slightly. And as he took in a deep breath as would a victim of drowning. He sat upright, looking around the room hastily, in no particular order. He shouted...give me a pen!...
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"Balance - the harmony between the Principles of Order and Chaos...Harmony, Dedication and Rationality, the three Principles of Balance, are our highest ideals."