While behind the group that had rushed forward with the intent of saving the Magia Leader Szofrit, Jin and some few others took the time they had before battle was joined to prepare their own strategy. Szofrit was a war criminal, aware or not, and her actions had far reaching consequences. Whether or not she got a "fair trial" or "justice" was carried out, if she survived where her victims had not, it would create an unhealing, gaping wound.
There were some of the Starcalled who saw the idea of saving her from her terrible fate as heroic, and so, they rushed forward with the idyllic desire to be lauded as Saviors in the truest sense. The others knew, from their time in Vintergard, and even in Finweald, and in Falderen that the overwhelming sentiment of the Landers was at best tolerance toward them.
Landers were the ones who suffered in this war. This was their land, and the Starcalled repeatedly waged war over it. It was their blood that was spilled, and when they died- unlike the Players- they did not simply strike a tally and walk again. It was their memory of the Fallen that had to be considered, not some lofty and idealistic notion.
Jin was not a man who cared for one sentiment or the other, and to call him the Progenitor of a movement would be disingenuous. However, there was enough knowledge circulating if they had dug deep to know that not killing Szofrit here would have farther reaching consequences. Whatever happened, Jin would be satisfied-
But that just wasn't true of everyone.
"If she lives here, Astorea won't last long," he said to the others who were licking their wounds and preparing for the charge. "They're not saying it, but the animosity is there. The people are discontent already. The rule Astor holds is shaky at best, and if he shows weakness here, if he can't bring the few would be heroes to heel, he's going to lose what little hold he has left."
He looked around slowly.
"Their understanding is that he's King of the Starcalled, too. That his word carries weight. And that he has the best interest of all of his people, not just the Starcalled, at heart. Saving a machine that has gone rogue and slaughtered their loved ones by the thousands just to stroke their own egos is a disservice to the Landers."
He let his steel flash, and he pointed it vindictively toward their final destination.
"If we want justice served, if we want to maintain order, then today Szofrit must be put to the sword."
[Join if you are against saving Szofrit.]
There were some of the Starcalled who saw the idea of saving her from her terrible fate as heroic, and so, they rushed forward with the idyllic desire to be lauded as Saviors in the truest sense. The others knew, from their time in Vintergard, and even in Finweald, and in Falderen that the overwhelming sentiment of the Landers was at best tolerance toward them.
Landers were the ones who suffered in this war. This was their land, and the Starcalled repeatedly waged war over it. It was their blood that was spilled, and when they died- unlike the Players- they did not simply strike a tally and walk again. It was their memory of the Fallen that had to be considered, not some lofty and idealistic notion.
Jin was not a man who cared for one sentiment or the other, and to call him the Progenitor of a movement would be disingenuous. However, there was enough knowledge circulating if they had dug deep to know that not killing Szofrit here would have farther reaching consequences. Whatever happened, Jin would be satisfied-
But that just wasn't true of everyone.
"If she lives here, Astorea won't last long," he said to the others who were licking their wounds and preparing for the charge. "They're not saying it, but the animosity is there. The people are discontent already. The rule Astor holds is shaky at best, and if he shows weakness here, if he can't bring the few would be heroes to heel, he's going to lose what little hold he has left."
He looked around slowly.
"Their understanding is that he's King of the Starcalled, too. That his word carries weight. And that he has the best interest of all of his people, not just the Starcalled, at heart. Saving a machine that has gone rogue and slaughtered their loved ones by the thousands just to stroke their own egos is a disservice to the Landers."
He let his steel flash, and he pointed it vindictively toward their final destination.
"If we want justice served, if we want to maintain order, then today Szofrit must be put to the sword."
[Join if you are against saving Szofrit.]
