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Anise Tig'res
Doomheim
#21 - 2014-07-10 01:53:51 UTC
Seneun wrote:
Blood on the sands, the squires part the gates and exit the arena to the jeers of prince and entourage. The night wind blows hot; there will be little sleep.

The hierophant tends the mourning blaze, thick smoke and heavy words sing the denouement of the scene of the fallen amidst the banners of escutcheon'd avians displayed..


Perhaps this is a statement on the state of the war with the caldari, with the hand over of several systems recently having been completed.

Seneun wrote:
"At the apex, stolid, is Hawk. Commanding fear and puissance, his eyes pierce the blue-green fog of the western heavens. Heaps of prey break under his thundering call, but the Detrital feast must wait for frenzied beak and talon to abate. The meat rots, and so Hawk becomes Vulture."


This describes the Hawk voter bloc of the Gallentean Federation, primarily composed of Jin Mei and Mannar. Militaristic stout hearted patriots. Their victories and wealth cannot be enjoyed, they still clamer for the deaths of foes.

seneun wrote:
"At the fringes of the firelight stalks mad Magpie, who hates and loves both Hawk and Dove. Pressed by despair of Darksome fortune, he chants a jesting dirge, ignoring Vulture to seek cold comfort in the sound of his own song."


Fickle and indecisive, largely ignorant of whats around him Magpie voters flip and flop, unfortunately the largest block as well. Typically they're tide of fragmented interests, but they have no interest in the war, it turns their fortunes sour.

Seneun wrote:
"The cornucopia of the slaughter is the Ostriches' lot. Idly the Dastards do waste their precious hour on vain pursuit, learning naught, knowing naught. The prosopon of self-deceit shields their eyes from the Vulture's hungry leer, and so the hourglass marks the coming of their fate."


The Ostritch bloc are ignorant, apathetic and oblivious to all but their own lives,either from contentment or predominance of work on their lives. The war rages, all they see are headlines. They do nothing to stop it, their tireless work allows it to press on. But Vultures will lead them to ruin, for they profit off and push for war. Military contracts filling their pockets with ISK.

Seneun wrote:
The squires weep, the hierophant tolls a bronze bell to a count of five. They call to him, "is this dire canto to be our doom as well?"

Turning away from fire and squire, marking nineteen paces into the dark, he intones, "be thou as the nightingale whose song will break the gloaming. Cloaked in the refrain of your brethren, in vigil stand, and voice your vision clear."

The hierophant is gone. The squires cast skyward eyes, taking grey wings high.


The Squires fear their fate is set, to die in the sounds of war. Perhaps they are the capsuleers. The Hierophant warns them all, be vigilant, voice your dreams for the Federation. As the Hierophant leaves, the Squires take up their ships and leave for space.
Rui-Shun Lui
#22 - 2014-07-10 08:00:41 UTC
To my erudite colleague, on behalf of our mutual friend:

We have heard the nightingale's song.
Da Dom
Republic University
Minmatar Republic
#23 - 2014-07-10 15:17:38 UTC
Seneun wrote:
Tongues


Happy hunting

Because Far-que... That's why.
Anslo
Scope Works
#24 - 2014-07-10 15:46:26 UTC
What

[center]-_For the Proveldtariat_/-[/center]
Johanes Beaumonte
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#25 - 2014-07-10 16:24:03 UTC  |  Edited by: Johanes Beaumonte
Anslo wrote:
What



*is seated in a comfortable arm chair in a darkened library, puffs his cigar and then drinks from a snifter of brandy and clears his through*



What? Don't you see? it's perfectly clear that he is discussing the Kingdom of Central Garoun in the Nascent era of the Gallente Federation and their initial discovery of a new civilization on what was then known as Cephalin.



*gives Anslo a sage look*
Anslo
Scope Works
#26 - 2014-07-10 16:32:34 UTC
........What

[center]-_For the Proveldtariat_/-[/center]
Jade Blackwind
#27 - 2014-07-10 17:04:54 UTC
Anslo wrote:
........What
From the West across the great river shall come a Joker to depose the four Kings; in his left hand he wields the Dice of Chaos; in his right hand he wields the Unspeakable Thing of nightmares, something awful. His laughter shatters the skies over the scene, and a new nothing is born as the curtain rises.

From the East shall come a grim and terrible Knight. In his right hand he wields a golden Mace, in his left hand is a cruel and savage Whip. His iron steed is branded with the unholy sign of what once stood proud, but now is no more. He is mute by oath, his armor is Hatred.

What was once four will become one and turn into desert, where vultures circle in search of prey. Castles which stood for aeons will fall into flames. The Gods will die, and evil spirits will inherit the land. And, as the undying will clash over the lifeless ruins, from the heart of the universe will come the dark light of mercy.

*sips whiskey*
Anslo
Scope Works
#28 - 2014-07-10 17:08:48 UTC
Did you just call me a joke? **** you too then.

[center]-_For the Proveldtariat_/-[/center]
Jade Blackwind
#29 - 2014-07-10 17:47:03 UTC
Anslo wrote:
Did you just call me a joke? **** you too then.
*Puts down the bottle*

I just foretold the fate of the cluster for years to come, and all you people are able to derive from it that I call you a joke?

Either that, or Anslo just exposed himself as a Goonswarm agent. Either way:

Grrr Anslo. Nerf Scope.

*Puts the bottle to the lips again*
Anslo
Scope Works
#30 - 2014-07-10 17:48:00 UTC
Erm.....mkay then.

[center]-_For the Proveldtariat_/-[/center]
Jade Blackwind
#31 - 2014-07-10 18:04:42 UTC  |  Edited by: Jade Blackwind
Anslo wrote:
Erm.....mkay then.
*Is distracted from the bottle*

Relax, I was just kidding. My fortune teller efficiency is even worse than my combat one.

But what we really should do here is to save the OP's message, because, after a set time he'll decide that the kinsmen be already judged, if you catch my drift. We'll need his ramblings for future comparison and other scientific purposes. Hel, last time i was almost sure the prize for deciphering his gibberish was a T2 squiddy birdie of some kind.

This stuff is good.

*Pats the bottle*

Seneun wrote:
Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow.

Blood on the sands, the squires part the gates and exit the arena to the jeers of prince and entourage. The night wind blows hot; there will be little sleep.

The hierophant tends the mourning blaze, thick smoke and heavy words sing the denouement of the scene of the fallen amidst the banners of escutcheon'd avians displayed.

"At the apex, stolid, is Hawk. Commanding fear and puissance, his eyes pierce the blue-green fog of the western heavens. Heaps of prey break under his thundering call, but the Detrital feast must wait for frenzied beak and talon to abate. The meat rots, and so Hawk becomes Vulture."

"On the emerald precipice is Dove, loving and fearful. Cowed by the thunder of their De Facto demigod, with their chorus they lament the Vultures' feast, but, in their frailty, do nothing."

"At the fringes of the firelight stalks mad Magpie, who hates and loves both Hawk and Dove. Pressed by despair of Darksome fortune, he chants a jesting dirge, ignoring Vulture to seek cold comfort in the sound of his own song."

"The cornucopia of the slaughter is the Ostriches' lot. Idly the Dastards do waste their precious hour on vain pursuit, learning naught, knowing naught. The prosopon of self-deceit shields their eyes from the Vulture's hungry leer, and so the hourglass marks the coming of their fate."

The squires weep, the hierophant tolls a bronze bell to a count of five. They call to him, "is this dire canto to be our doom as well?"

Turning away from fire and squire, marking nineteen paces into the dark, he intones, "be thou as the nightingale whose song will break the gloaming. Cloaked in the refrain of your brethren, in vigil stand, and voice your vision clear."

The hierophant is gone. The squires cast skyward eyes, taking grey wings high.
Jade Blackwind
#32 - 2014-07-10 18:23:54 UTC
Two previous entries for comparison:

"Elaphebolion Seventh Rising", created 04.06 03:47, "kinsmen judged" (content removed with the reason: "acknowledged") 04.08. 17:14

Seneun wrote:

Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow.

Younger of the double-faced countenance of command, descendant of Raata, now but ash on the Wind-of-the-West.

In those dark waters, Exclave of false democracy raises no cenotaph, Excuses the patron and not the partisan, Exility of dignity avaricious.

The escheat claimed at the tarnished harbor, five turns from the plutocrat’s demense, night-lantern of the fifth house.

Keima’s end, Keimon’s end our guarantee.


"Heneacaenea, Targalion", created 05.28 17:45, "kinsmen judged" 05.30. 20:38

Seneun wrote:
Sphinx of black quartz, judge my vow.

Elder of the two-faced countenance of command, descendent of Raata, who sought reversal of his vassalage, now but a whisper on the Mountain Wind.

Between the patinaed sky and the amber throne of the antideluvians, at the Salient of the Siege, three birds cast two shadows. The grand pavilion, fifth from the funerary pyre, where the patrician's retinue of vultures partake their fetid feast; here, iniquity's second roost.

On the four-fold path to the manse of the Reborn, at the terminal waystone before the open sea, the errant winged shade does haunt, birdsong braced to break the kin-borne saturninity.

Keima, Keimon ended.


If it's all just about the Gallentean politics, i am so very disappoint.
Kayagainen Iwalula
Doomheim
#33 - 2014-07-10 18:41:48 UTC
If this rambling isn't the result of booster abuse, then I fail to see what he's trying to accomplish with a bunch of unrelated words strung together to resemble something vaguely philosophical. If you've got something to say, then say it.
Pieter Tuulinen
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#34 - 2014-07-10 18:44:00 UTC
Kayagainen Iwalula wrote:
If this rambling isn't the result of booster abuse, then I fail to see what he's trying to accomplish with a bunch of unrelated words strung together to resemble something vaguely philosophical. If you've got something to say, then say it.


Exactly. Otherwise just bloody encrypt it and send it directly.

For the first time since I started the conversation, he looks me dead in the eye. In his gaze are steel jackhammers, quiet vengeance, a hundred thousand orbital bombs frozen in still life.
Claudia Osyn
Non-Hostile Target
Wild Geese.
#35 - 2014-07-10 18:51:52 UTC
Pieter Tuulinen wrote:
Kayagainen Iwalula wrote:
If this rambling isn't the result of booster abuse, then I fail to see what he's trying to accomplish with a bunch of unrelated words strung together to resemble something vaguely philosophical. If you've got something to say, then say it.


Exactly. Otherwise just bloody encrypt it and send it directly.

But then he wouldn't get to watch us bang our heads against the wall tring to decipher the message.

A little trust goes a long way. The less you use, the further you'll go.
Jade Blackwind
#36 - 2014-07-10 19:00:16 UTC
Kayagainen Iwalula wrote:
If this rambling isn't the result of booster abuse, then I fail to see what he's trying to accomplish with a bunch of unrelated words strung together to resemble something vaguely philosophical. If you've got something to say, then say it.
It's a social experiment, you silly caldari? If he puts a "Ye judged, kinsmen" after deleting the content after two days, then, perhaps, he's jugding the kinsmen? Science? Hello? Oh sh...


*Something falls on the floor. Sounds of breaking glass. String of curses in a Molden Heath dialect*
Nuona
Doomheim
#37 - 2014-07-10 19:06:23 UTC
Pieter Tuulinen wrote:
Otherwise just bloody encrypt it and send it directly.

In that event, the transmission would have discrete entrance and exit nodes. If a third party was interested in the transmission, even if they could not break the message encryption, it would still be short work to make out a specific sender and a specific recipient.

By broadcasting a message publicly, everyone with GalNet access is an 'intended recipient', leaving trillions of names for such a third party to sift through.
Pieter Tuulinen
Societas Imperialis Sceptri Coronaeque
Khimi Harar
#38 - 2014-07-10 21:31:40 UTC
Nuona wrote:
By broadcasting a message publicly, everyone with GalNet access is an 'intended recipient', leaving trillions of names for such a third party to sift through.


Maybe I inhaled industrial solvent by mistake, but that actually made sense...

For the first time since I started the conversation, he looks me dead in the eye. In his gaze are steel jackhammers, quiet vengeance, a hundred thousand orbital bombs frozen in still life.
Ayallah
Brutor Tribe
Minmatar Republic
#39 - 2014-07-10 21:43:17 UTC  |  Edited by: Ayallah
It is not unusual.

Most groups just have better and more secure means of communication.

Goddess of the IGS

As strength goes.
Erica Dusette
Division 13
#40 - 2014-07-10 23:48:16 UTC
Aye, not that unusual. Plus this is what, the third time this gentleman has made such a cryptic announcement?

What I find most amusing here is an apparently drunk Ms Blackwind giving Mr Anslo a hard time.

Good times, ah.

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