Showing posts with label Christposting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christposting. Show all posts

Saturday, March 21, 2026

Encompassing

Wise men have said that writing non-fiction is well worth the time. So I am doing that. This is simply a small essay that attempts to capture or describe a quality or motif that I find wonderful in art. I am no great scholar, so I merely present this to those wiser than I for consideration and inspiration. If I make claims of history or the science of art here, you may feel free to treat them as nonsensically as they strike you.

The topic of this ode is that quality for which I think the best name is "Encompassing". It is the attempt of a work of art to be universal, primarily by touching lightly on the fullness of a certain set of natural things. I think it is a good name, because contained within the word is a quite common application of the idea: to Encompass, circling around the cardinal directions, and thereby around the world.

I think that, even in saying this, examples are springing up in your mind, dear reader, but I will give my own examples of several works, mainly songs or poems, that possess this quality. The song that spurred this essay into being is a modern song set to old music, by John Renbourn, called "Wexford Lullaby". Woven throughout the song is that simple version of the motif which I have already discussed, the four cardinal directions. Yet that is not the only such set in the song.

A clear set can be found in the fifth and sixth stanzas (or the third verse, as I learned it), where we see the sun (both rising and setting), moon, and stars (or lack thereof). Even in those same stanzas, we see the Christian motif of the Nativity, Crucifixion, and Resurrection. Less overt and cleanly divided, but still quite clear, is the stages of life: infancy, youth, adulthood, and deathbed. And finally, merely the icing which coats and sweetens the cake, the many mentions of all sorts of natural environments: The sea, the hills, the fields, the forests, the sky, et cetera.

Of note is that all these sets are put in service of the theme of the work. They are not merely the listing of things, but emphasize the feeling of impending loss that the singer is expressing. I think this is something common to all encompassing works of good quality. They use these sets to apply the theme of the work, increasing its scale or applicability. The singer's loss becomes not only an individual emotion, but something that suffuses the world.

To me, an encompassing work has something of a medieval, or pre-medieval, feeling to it. It seems to evoke welsh triads, proverbs, and other poems meant to instruct the listener in lore and the ways of the world. It gives the impression of a kind of epic wisdom. The Rota Fortunae, the four humors and elements, the three primes of alchemy... I don't know if it was actually more common in the medieval period; I certainly see a good deal of modern works that involve it.

There's simple dyads as well, which don't often lose much potency for being simpler. Night and day, the living and the dead... I think about the stories in which the hero's great victories are told, but never without a mention of their eventual demise. The Psalms almost always speak of sorrow, then of joy, and often feature other encompassing sets as well.

A rarer kind of emcompassing, at least modernly, is ekphrastic. Consider the second stanza of the Song of Eärendil. In this case, the encompassing serves not to make the theme universal, but to make the theme comprehensive. It communicates that Eärendil is not merely impressive in a single aspect, but in all ways both he and his possessions are beautiful and noble (the set of Costly Materials is, of itself, a rare theme nowadays. You don't often hear a poem mentioning several different kinds of gems).

Another rare set, perhaps sensibly rare in the modern day, is the set of Trades. You may look to the mid-19th century "Song of the Lower Classes" for an example here: the Farmer, Miner, Builder, Weaver, and Soldier. Of course, the Trades as a set have become far too specialized and numerous to be encompassed in art without a considerable amount of cleverness (or tedium).

To touch briefly on one last example, the two famous sets of paintings by Thomas Cole, "The Course of Empire" and "The Voyage of Life" are great examples of encompassing works of visual art. There are, of course, many others. Many ancient triptychs seem made to touch briefly on everything. I have personally, in my travels, seen at least 5 different sets of statues for the Four Seasons.

I do not think that this quality of encompassing is necessary or overwhelmingly common. But it is certainly beautiful where it makes a fine appearance. I have read, seen, and heard many great works whose focus dwells totally on a single theme in a single instance. However, I think the idea is worth considering while you, dear reader, are creating your own art. To make a work encompassing can give it both a sense of perspective, and of great significance.

(Though, perhaps it is not necessary to explain in such detail to a reader of this blog the joys of making comprehensive lists or referencing reductionist classifications. Oh well!)

Tuesday, December 24, 2024

Falling Star

Hearts respond to myths we see
Spring from our soul
Amidst the din of history
Glories of balder and pan
That promise whole
Our dreamings of that shining thee

Mages wander from the fables
and the stars
Pan's sons have heard now heaven's Song
Myth descended to the stable
From afar
Among the stains of history's wrong

From everlasting, all our souls had hoped and dreamed
Seeking our gods with our blind hearts that groped and seemed
But He has come to act out all our tales redeemed
Oh may thy kingdom come
Oh may thy will be done

(Merry Christmas!)

Monday, December 2, 2024

How to Win the Dawn War: Outsiders

More 4e

Outsiders are spoilers by definition. Players, don't read.

Arcana DC 15

Outsiders are creatures that come from outside the world. Angels (of Pelora) are not outsiders. Devils (of Ashmadeva) are not outsiders. Gods are not outsiders. Outsiders are evil creatures like Demons or Elementals who desire to destroy the whole world. Angels fight against them.

Arcana DC 20

Outsiders are creatures that come from outside the world. Generally, there are two types: Astral Creatures and Elementals. Demons are a kind of elemental, arising out of the Abyss where Tharizdun is imprisoned. They tend to be more intelligent than most elementals of comparable power, so a lesser demon would be smarter than a lesser elemental, and an archdemon would be smarter than an archomental (also known as a Primordial). Elementals are pretty easy to fight, since you can just beat them up until they crumble into dust/ash/water/smoke.

[Digression]

Demonic Cults are not uncommon, though certainly less common than Diabolic cults. Said cultists are often revolutionaries, cowed servants of some pseudo-immanent archdemon, or the foolish rabble that buy into the latest Tharizdun-based Heresy. They are very big into sacrificing the innocent and immanentizing the eschaton, as you might expect. The more advanced cults don't tend to go for the whole "plunge the curvy dagger into the beating heart" thing, prefering a ritual which vaporizes the sacrifice, body and spirit.

[/Digression]

Or at least they are easy compared to creatures of the Astral Sea (also known as the Far Realm, the Deep Heavens, etc.). Just looking at one can make you go mad, and often they are intangible or otherwise resistant to beating up. For some reason, they tend to be considerably tentacular. They may be combated with the Cerulean Sign, an arcane glyph that can stun or even banish them.

Angels, that is, proper Angels, also called Outer Angels, Primordial Angels (not to be confused with Primordials), and Birds (if one is speaking cryptically) are mainly concerned with fighting Astral creatures, not Elementals, which is normally the job of gods and their servants. However, some gods have a working relationship with the angels, and are able to request things of them. Namely, Pelora, Avandros, Ioun, and the Raven Prince are said to be on good terms with them. No one knows who created the angels. Some theorize they arose spontaneously, a creative and benevolent primordial counterpart to the Elementals. Others believe they appeared when the first Demons did, for similar reasons. They are faceless, glow brightly, have wings, and cannot lie.

There are other outsiders. Many have been spirited to a strange city, known as Sigil, which lies outside our world, between the Elemental Chaos and the Astral Sea. Wizards say it is the only other world in which people can survive for any period of time. Its only native inhabitant is the Lady of Pain, a silent and imperious presence who occasionally deigns to punish interlopers. They say she hates the gods, if it may be said that she feels anything, but may sometimes tolerate humanity.

Arcana DC 25

Outsiders are creatures arising from outside the world. Generally, there are three types: Astral Creatures, Elementals, and Angels.

Astral Creatures, also known as Stars or Elder gods are beings from the Astral Sea. They are creatures of thought and creativity far beyond what humans, or even gods, are capable of. They lie in contrast with the Elementals, beings of matter and destruction, though of course the Elder Gods have bodies (of a sort) and the Elementals have minds (of a sort). He Who Was, if Ioun is telling the truth, was an elder god, inventing by some eldritch process the many and varied concepts of our world. Ioun is one as well, and some hypothesize that Tharizdun might be one. Experience tells us that there are elder things much less powerful than the gods, perhaps servants or offspring of the greater elder gods.

The danger of the elder things is not mainly in their power, however. Just as He Who Was invented concepts like good and evil, colors and sounds, the elder gods invent concepts just as basic, just as obvious, yet totally alien. Further, in the words of Ioun, "The people of the starry city like to use fashion to express themselves". The appearance of even the lowest elder thing perfectly communicates the alien ideas that can overwhelm a weak human psyche like kudzu. The common idea that they are mostly tentacles describes only the one's least likely to fry your brain.

The Stars are generally too far away to be seen in any detail, however. Only with a powerful telescope is one in danger from the very nearest stars: Hadar, Delban, Gibbeth, and the rest. Light, almost a synonym of existence, appears to be one of the fundemental concepts of even the astral sea. Thus, all living stars shine with the light of their hyperreality. The stars, it is said, bring fevered dreams on moonless nights, which are blessedly forgotten by morning.

Birds, also known as Angels, are a mysteriously benevolent type of outsider. They may fly anywhere, and may be found everywhere: the freezing darkness of the Astral Sea, the depths of the Abyss, the city of Sigil... Every bird is an angel. Many birds that you commonly see are very little and weak angels, but they are still angels*. Some of them are in fact greater angels in disguise. The physical forms of birds were made by the gods, to reduce the memetic effect of angels on the world, apparently at the angels' own request.

(*The exception to this is chickens, which are in fact a type of genetically engineered bat. Ashmadeva made them out of spiteful humor.)

Various types of lesser birds have especial agreements with certain gods. Doves help Pelora spread peace. Songbirds help Avandros to inspire artists. Owls observe and collect on behalf of Ioun. Ravens, obviously, work on behalf of the Raven Prince (this agreement actually precedes the Raven Prince's godhood, which is why he is named after them.)

It was the Angels that developed the Cerulean Sign, in partnership with Ioun and the Lady of Pain. Its effect on astral creatures is something like a complex riddle, something like a legal document of protection, and something like pepper spray.

The Lady of Pain, is, of course, an elder god, just like He Who Was. Allegedly, she spoke with the Angels and asked them to defend the world. Sigil is her world, made after the death of He Who Was. Sigil is not the name she gave it (for she never speaks). It is the name people gave it, after the numerous heiroglyphics that cover the entire small world. It is also called the Stone Library, the City of Doors, the Maze, the Grey Market, and the Scarred World. The eponymous sigils are, apparently, fractal in nature: each "one" is made up of numerous smaller signs, and each cluster makes up a single discernable larger sign.

Commonly, wizards visit Sigil to study its glyphs and properties. However, to enter purposefully is much rarer than to enter by chance. Most of the people in Sigil entered by walking through an otherwise normal door, and will eventually exit the same way. If this is a purposeful act of the Lady, no one knows the reason.

Viewing the Lady of Pain does not have the same effect as viewing most elder gods. It has an effect, certainly (namely that, while viewing the Lady, it is impossible to recall seeing anything else. Some describe feeling like they were tortured for an eternity by the sight, but they are often none the worse for it). However, the ideas of the Lady were present at the beginning of the world, and are thus endemic to the human spirit. If He Who Was still lived, venture the scholars, then viewing Him would similarly have no maddening effect.

Next section is a major spoiler, and if my prospective players read it, the Lady will flay you.

Arcana DC 30

This is the heresy which all the gods detest

Tharizdun is called the chained god, and the father and mother of demons. To follow Ioun's example: When the Lady killed He Who Was, after his two sons emerged, his body became Tharizdun (who, perhaps, was god of Nothing). The children of He Who Was feared Tharizdun, or were ashamed, and he was banished, or imprisoned, or entombed in the Elemental Chaos. It was the dregs of this colossal impiety, this cosmic dishonor, that corrupted the Abyss and spawned the demons, not the evil of Tharizdun.

But the Angels fly even to the depths of the Abyss, and this is what the six-winged bird, the Angel of the chained god, has said: "He is returning."

"He has tested good and evil. He has tested war and peace. He has tested life and death. And He has found His answer.

He has spoken with Angels, and they have heard Him. He has spoken with Fire and Water, Air and Earth, and they have heard Him. He has spoken with His children, and they have not heard Him.

He is returning, and He shall end the War, and judge all things, and then shall go to the Eldest God and speak to Him a new thing, and there shall be no more Death. Let him who fears descend into His grave to speak and to strive. His fool is His herald, and shall reveal good and evil, and shall gather seven that He has lost. The great angel of the outer darkness shall watch the world until He comes. Let the Four, His sons and daughters, descend to meet Him before THE END."

Sunday, March 24, 2024

Not RPG: Palm Sunday 2024

When comes that happy end, O Lord our God!
Your glory rains as blizzard-snow around!
Those feet that on the palms and nails have trod
shall tread the crystal crowns laid on the ground!

The city-song of triumph, loud, shall pale
before the angels sing the silent-song
and cloaks of many colors spread shall fail
below the snow-white tunics, cleansed of wrong

How shall this dirty spring of earth compare,
the dying blooms, e'en of the world in prime?
The glory of the coming summer where
We see the sun's orig'nal shine, sublime!


Have a happy (albeit snowy) Palm Sunday, everyone.

Friday, April 2, 2021

Not RPG: Good Friday post


According to the ancient duty, this I must proclaim to you: Today is the highest and most sorrowful of days. Today, the Lord God has made himself low and detestable. Today he has made himself Barabbas, that we might be Christ. Today we are joined with fallen nature in our weeping, in our joy, and in our rescue. 

The Lord has borne the pain that we have deserved. We have been cruel, unjust, and unkind, and the bitter cup we have mixed has been taken from us. We have been liars, hypocrites, and haters of the truth. The truth has shown Himself to us, and we have killed him. But, praise God, there is now a mystery, for He has intended the highest evil for Greatest Good.

This I declare as my testimony, as truth


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