24th Order
For those of you who may have been worrying of my well-being, you may now cease to worry. The recent events have caused little in the way of damage and while the revelation that we are vulnerable to such things here is discomforting, it is also avoidable. We may be as nothing, and would return to nothing were it not for the nature of this place, but even here it is all too easy to spot those who would do us harm. It should be a trivial matter to keep any further deaths from occurring.
However, I would ask all of you to watch. Observe. Learn. The sooner we know of those who would attempt to wish us harm, the sooner we can arrange matters in the manner that suits us best. I am certain that none of us here wishes to die yet again, after all.
Death and life. Two halves of the same cycle; neither existing without the other. And yet here it seems that cycle - a cycle which some would call immutable - has been altered. The dead do not stay so, instead raising again as if in some twisted mockery of themselves. A life that should not be and yet is, granted only by the inner workings of this our fair City.
But even that is not without it's own set of questions. If those who die are brought back, then there must be something that causes that change, that restores the dead and binds them to life yet again. Perhaps it is something that harnesses the power of the great clock that we can all hear? Or perhaps it is nothing more than a simple matter of how this city works. But then again, I know only what I have seen. It may be I am attempting to solve the mystery without all the pieces that I need.
However, I would ask all of you to watch. Observe. Learn. The sooner we know of those who would attempt to wish us harm, the sooner we can arrange matters in the manner that suits us best. I am certain that none of us here wishes to die yet again, after all.
Death and life. Two halves of the same cycle; neither existing without the other. And yet here it seems that cycle - a cycle which some would call immutable - has been altered. The dead do not stay so, instead raising again as if in some twisted mockery of themselves. A life that should not be and yet is, granted only by the inner workings of this our fair City.
But even that is not without it's own set of questions. If those who die are brought back, then there must be something that causes that change, that restores the dead and binds them to life yet again. Perhaps it is something that harnesses the power of the great clock that we can all hear? Or perhaps it is nothing more than a simple matter of how this city works. But then again, I know only what I have seen. It may be I am attempting to solve the mystery without all the pieces that I need.