Post by Virgil Evans on May 29, 2008 1:21:36 GMT -5
I enjoy playing Virgil and making up weird things to say and weird ways to say them, ever since I started with him back in RI years ago. Since the beginning I've been interested in what other people thought of his ramblings. I know what I mean, but I'm curious what others take from them.
So, I'm starting this thread where people can, out of character, attempt to find meaning in the strange speeches of Virgil Evans. Feel free to throw anything you want out, I will, of course, participate but since I already know what the "meaning" is, I will be acting in a facilitator role rather than directly.
Virgil's words can be statements of past events, present events, or future events. Some are metaphors, others revisualization. Some are vasty adstract, others literal. The fun comes from trying to see the RPG's characters and events through the eyes of someone without a proper reference point.
To clarify, this is for my personal interest rather than anything controlling the story of the RPG. These phrases are not (nessisarily) assured to be true.
So, we have two so far:
1) Virgil's first phrase from his first post, brought on by nothing at all.
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2) Stated in responce to a picture he drew of a purple flower in blood surrounded by fallen trees with yellow bees buzzing about. The statements were triggered by the image and are not, nessisarily, a reference to the image itself.
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So, I'm starting this thread where people can, out of character, attempt to find meaning in the strange speeches of Virgil Evans. Feel free to throw anything you want out, I will, of course, participate but since I already know what the "meaning" is, I will be acting in a facilitator role rather than directly.
Virgil's words can be statements of past events, present events, or future events. Some are metaphors, others revisualization. Some are vasty adstract, others literal. The fun comes from trying to see the RPG's characters and events through the eyes of someone without a proper reference point.
To clarify, this is for my personal interest rather than anything controlling the story of the RPG. These phrases are not (nessisarily) assured to be true.
So, we have two so far:
1) Virgil's first phrase from his first post, brought on by nothing at all.
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The red beast without time wears the face of a duke
that he might force the hand of the foolish prince.
The elder beast with shattered will stands behind
the cruel duke and waits for the scraps of his table.
Bees which can not be see favor the purpose rose
that stands in the central of endless blood.
The flower fears the truth that it is a weed in the
garden. It's roots run too shallow to save it.
that he might force the hand of the foolish prince.
The elder beast with shattered will stands behind
the cruel duke and waits for the scraps of his table.
Bees which can not be see favor the purpose rose
that stands in the central of endless blood.
The flower fears the truth that it is a weed in the
garden. It's roots run too shallow to save it.
2) Stated in responce to a picture he drew of a purple flower in blood surrounded by fallen trees with yellow bees buzzing about. The statements were triggered by the image and are not, nessisarily, a reference to the image itself.
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Crimson leaves line the shores on their brown arms;
The earth opens beyond them and bleeds upon the land.
In the place the normans named for the limbs of fish;
The red false duke will stand before his beast and see.
Heir to the sire of what-is-it will command the forest to live;
His words fall to empty minds and are obeyed without thought.
The jester of the prince will die on the sword of an iron shell;
Lost ones return and the fool will play the last trick in his bag.
The duke, the heir, the jester, and the flower stand together;
It begins when the sun fades over the rose flower's bed.
The earth opens beyond them and bleeds upon the land.
In the place the normans named for the limbs of fish;
The red false duke will stand before his beast and see.
Heir to the sire of what-is-it will command the forest to live;
His words fall to empty minds and are obeyed without thought.
The jester of the prince will die on the sword of an iron shell;
Lost ones return and the fool will play the last trick in his bag.
The duke, the heir, the jester, and the flower stand together;
It begins when the sun fades over the rose flower's bed.