Magian
05-25-2025, 05:40 AM
📜 Edict of the Exiled Magistrate
Proclaimed under Heaven by We Magian, once High Arcanist of the Golden Court, now Seeker Beyond the Veil
奉天承运
By Mandate of Heaven and in the shadow of exile, this edict is given.
Let the Winds of the Four Directions carry this word.
Let stone remember and rivers echo the truth.
We, who were once named Shǐ Lì,
High Minister of the Eleventh Jade Bureau,
Master of Harmonious Transmutations,
Bearer of the Ivory Cipher,
now walk as We Magian—a name earned in exile.
Thus is Our Word:
Though We are cast beyond the Sapphire Gates,
Though the Jade Dragons no longer curl beneath Our feet,
We remain loyal—not in ceremony, but in calculation.
The Empire Under Heaven cast Us out for crimes of vision.
We did not weep. We recorded.
Among the steppe-folk of the Burning Sky, We rebuilt.
Among Cerilia's fractured sons and stolen blood, We now observe.
Your bloodlines, born in fire and ungoverned by rite, are variables in an unfinished formula.
You wield power without shape. Authority without symmetry.
This cannot endure.
Therefore:
We claim no throne.
We build no crown.
We study. We encode.
We enact the will of balance not yet understood.
For every bloodline We dissect, We offer purity.
For every regent We unmake, We offer unity.
This world shall become a gift wrapped in law—
Offered back to the Celestial Throne once the arithmetic of power is resolved.
Let no rebellion rise against Us—for We are already within your borders,
A hundred minds, one purpose.
A thousand hands, one design.
附印 – Imperial Seal of the Exiled
「逆命忠臣」
Loyal Minister Against the Mandate
Carved by Our own hand upon black jade.
附詩 – Poem for the End of Distance
In silence cast from golden halls,
Where dragons sleep and poets crawl,
The exiled hand still draws the line—
Across the stars, through foreign time.
We bend not knee but world instead,
So Heaven sees what it once shed.
Proclaimed under Heaven by We Magian, once High Arcanist of the Golden Court, now Seeker Beyond the Veil
奉天承运
By Mandate of Heaven and in the shadow of exile, this edict is given.
Let the Winds of the Four Directions carry this word.
Let stone remember and rivers echo the truth.
We, who were once named Shǐ Lì,
High Minister of the Eleventh Jade Bureau,
Master of Harmonious Transmutations,
Bearer of the Ivory Cipher,
now walk as We Magian—a name earned in exile.
Thus is Our Word:
Though We are cast beyond the Sapphire Gates,
Though the Jade Dragons no longer curl beneath Our feet,
We remain loyal—not in ceremony, but in calculation.
The Empire Under Heaven cast Us out for crimes of vision.
We did not weep. We recorded.
Among the steppe-folk of the Burning Sky, We rebuilt.
Among Cerilia's fractured sons and stolen blood, We now observe.
Your bloodlines, born in fire and ungoverned by rite, are variables in an unfinished formula.
You wield power without shape. Authority without symmetry.
This cannot endure.
Therefore:
We claim no throne.
We build no crown.
We study. We encode.
We enact the will of balance not yet understood.
For every bloodline We dissect, We offer purity.
For every regent We unmake, We offer unity.
This world shall become a gift wrapped in law—
Offered back to the Celestial Throne once the arithmetic of power is resolved.
Let no rebellion rise against Us—for We are already within your borders,
A hundred minds, one purpose.
A thousand hands, one design.
附印 – Imperial Seal of the Exiled
「逆命忠臣」
Loyal Minister Against the Mandate
Carved by Our own hand upon black jade.
附詩 – Poem for the End of Distance
In silence cast from golden halls,
Where dragons sleep and poets crawl,
The exiled hand still draws the line—
Across the stars, through foreign time.
We bend not knee but world instead,
So Heaven sees what it once shed.