Role

Chapter 4

Awake. Whiteness. Blinding whiteness. City of Shining Walls, Voralia was
white. Perfectly white. All around her the Imperial Empire controlled
everything. Once evil but now presenting themselves as "saviors", they walked
the streets in their pristine white uniforms. Everywhere they went, they were
a symbol of unyielding order.

She walked through the streets, eerily perfect. Suddenly she was in Galadon,
not Voralian City. The Tribunal Spires towering above her, now served as the
Empire's headquarters. The spires and the "justice" they stood for were
cold and silent. No "crime" was left in this world of perfection so
suffocating. The Tribunal were a thing of stories, their purpose extinct in
a land without chaos.

She ran. She sought to escape the cities of perfection. She found herself
among the forests. No! A million tiny forest guardians surrounded here. These
odd creatures of Order were no longer friends of nature. They acted as jailers,
imposing their symphony of stillness upon all of Thera's wilderness. Trees
stood biometrically perfect. Rivers flowed with calculated precision. Life's
vibrant essence itself seemed to be extinguished.

Slowly, fearfully, she turned her eyes to the fogsin the south, feeling the
gaze of unseen magesand their weight upon her. The mages of Thar-Acacia had
become the architects of nightmares. Hidden and weaving control so subtly in
ages past, now had created the fabric of this chillingly orderly reality.
They saw her and she saw them: visionaries now imprisoned by their own
creation. They themselves were now blind. Suffocated by the horror birthed
from their dream of absolute Order.