[Sodium_noir] Club Harlequin, where the lights dim

[Spikey]

NachrichtThe Harlequin, Columbine, Maurice
Ravnoses, Serpent
Their own private piece of the bar at Club Harlequin 

He took his concentration back to Columbine. "Sse 'arlequin told me about ssomessing 'e callss weig. You ussed sse ssame word. What iss ssiss weig and 'ow iss it bound? Do you ssink ssiss iss one of sse chainss sse Aeonss sstrangle sse world wiss? By binding ssiss weig? And 'ow do you fight ssiss sstate sse universse iss in?"

"Weig!" She said thoughtfully, placing a hand on Maurice's arm and leading himtowards the end of the bar. Away from her husband and the newcomer. Cleatly she wanted the chance to talk unobserved. "Just a word we picked up on our travels from the perfumed lands to the shores. Weig, it is possibility in its purest state. The very essence of existence. Transient objects can be filled with weig in one instant and empty the next, for the essence of the universe flows unhindered from one state to the the next. Weig creates and destroys, empowers and warps without control or context. My pretty friend back there, Babe, she would say it was the waters of Nun or the seamen of Ptah. Catch her on another day and she'd be quoting that handsome English guy in Star Wars. The stuff about holding the universe together and all that. Kiss refers to this essence as the Wyld or Flux. I have elders call it the vortex, or simply blessed chaos.

Most mythologies have at least a basic understanding of this essence. The metaphors are the same though. Whether by the will of a god, sometimes a spider, or through its own desire, weig takes on a form for a time. As the witches teach us, a thought is a thing and that is what all matter is born from, the thought forms of the weig. But the natural state of the universe is chaos, temporary things that last as long as is neccesary and no more. Such was existence until the Shimulo!

A number of beings, some say twelve .. " She shrugs. "... others say much more, were invested with a massive amount of weig,  and then chose to resist the pull of change when it was time for the Weig to move on. They refused to cease thier form and thier existence and they clung to the Weig to give them a semblance of life. These are the creatures some call the Antedeluvians, the Clan founders. When the Weig struggled to be free, they imbued it into others to create the Clans and the generations. Each letting a degree of their Weig out to create more like themselves. In doing so they trapped reality in the same static chains, the world of lies we now see around us."

Her dark eyes lit up as she spoke, watching Maurice's reactions from beneath her long lashes. 

"And as to your second question, how do we fight it?" She grinning malicioulsy. "How does one fight stasis and order? With change and Chaos of course! By destroying the objects and creatures with the most weig in them, the shackles the chains are attached to. By releasing as much weif back into creation as one can, through destroying magical items full of the power or the creatures made to hold the Antedeluvians bleed off."




[Ah, well, and TAGS of course]

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