Mosur
Mosur was in Theramore Keep, sitting at the large table on the first floor with some tools spread out. He was dressed down for a change, comfortable pants and a loose buttoned vest. His journal was open with a few circles scribbled about the top of one page. Two small sketches with numbers and notations for something that looked like a ring, or if you could read the draenei’s numbers, something more akin to a necklace in size.
He paused his work a moment and looked over at his journal pulling it close. He began to write in draenie beneath the sketches; pausing after the first sentence to read it to himself before continuing.
What is right and what is wrong? What makes ‘good’ good, ‘bad’ bad, and ‘evil’ evil.
A man breaks the law gravely injuring another man in Stormwind. He is ‘bad’. He has broken the Kings laws and under law is in the wrong.
He stopped and went back to fashioning the large metal ring. A torc, really. Some were simple and some were complex, this one was a simpler design by request. No twisted or braided design in the metal, just a smooth circular band. He measured it again inspecting the bend in the metal, that it was even all the way around.
He paused again looking from his work to the journal and pulled it close to scribble a few more lines that he’d been thinking over.
But why? Did he have a reason? What if his attack was defensive, or even in the defense of another. Perhaps this man, Alan, we’ll call him, only injured the other man to save the life of a woman the other man, Bob, let’s say, was attacking.
Now under the law Alan is exempt from punishment. A regular ‘hero’. It is now this second man, Bob, that is to blame and that will likely face punishment of the courts. Now it seems Alan is the ‘good’ guy here and Bob is the ‘bad’ guy.
Reasoning can make a ‘bad’ action a ‘good’ one. This is all based on perspective. What is know and what is shared, what is truth what is a lie.
He pushed the book back again and made a few slight bends in the metal where it would rest over the shoulders. The bend wouldn't be noticeable when wearing it, but it might wear a little more comfortable. There was approximately three inches from one ridged end to the next where a traditional necklace would connect. What to cap the ends with? He’d been asked to keep the design simple, which was hard to want to do. Normally they would be capped with a stylized animal head, or some small but ornate ornament..
He tapped his hoof against the stone floor and let his eyes wanted to the sketches. His eyes trailed the words he written beneath them and derailed his thoughts on design. He stared at it a moment in thought rotating the half finished necklace back and forth between his fingers.
This is where it all stops right? The good guy stops the bad guy and saves the girl? That’s how stories go. Normally there is a Prince or princess at the end, at least in the human fairy tales I’ve heard. Why stop there though? If simply finding the wrong was what we were looking for we could have stopped at Alan nearly killing Bob.
I ask again.
But why? Did he have a reason? What if the reason for Bob’s attack against the woman, Sara, had she directly caused the death of his wife and children; his family. This moves into the question of revenge and whether it is legal or not. The question is, knowing this about Bob and why he attacked Sara does that lessen how much of a ‘bad’ guy he is? By how much? Who has the authority to decide this?
Mosur’s eyes turned back to the necklace while he thought on his writing. Caps for the ends. Could be spheres, could be flattened, could be rings, the metal could even be flattened just on the ends and splayed for some carving. No this was supposed to be simple, this piece wasn’t a necklace and any detailing would be lost. He settled on flattened ends adding a sketch of it to the top of the journal. It almost looked like some squat pawn chess piece attached at the end. He started writing again after finishing his addition to the sketch.
Authority is a poor word choice. Magistrates have authority. Who has the right to decide, why? It’s only fair to keep asking why. So given all this information and assuming it is true how will the courts decide who is to blame, who is ‘good’ who is ‘bad’ and to what degree?
He finished the torc as per his sketches, didn’t look half bad really. It wasn’t something that would fit around his own neck, but it looked like it would sit well. Depending on the metal used it would bend easily enough. The necklace in his hands was made of bronze. In his own opinion it made for poor jewelry, it was difficult to keep clean too, but this wasn’t for wearing.
He set about cleaning the metal and making sure there were no burs or imperfections that all the bends were subtle and graceful. He nodded some at the work satisfied. Now for the hard part. This necklace wasn’t meant to be worn, rather the one he’d just crafted was going to be used to make a mold. He wasn’t sure why a mold but that’s what he’d been asked to craft. How many would be made using this mold..he didn’t know that either, but thats why it had to be simple. Its also why he used bronze, it was hard, but brittle. This necklace would not last it would be broken in the creation of the mold.
Everything was already set up to make the mold the necklace was pressed into a clay hiding half of it and then boxed. A few other precautions were taken; a funnel piece was added in and air lines to keep it from being less than a full cast.
It took the time to finish setting it up correctly to make the first half of the mold and heat the iron so it could be poured. His crafting had moved to the blacksmith.
He sat back in the keep cooling off from the heat of the forges. He was not a man that worked with metal like a blacksmith and was unused to the heat as most jewelry he made was by hand and without a mold. He took this time to add to things he had been writing, almost jovially ending the train of though he had been on, and some what darkly at that.
None of this would come to light however. Sara while standing in the alley stabs Alan, her savior, in the back and finishes them both.
Evil.
Or is there more still...?
Leaning back in the chair he dropped the pen to the table and waited till the mold had sufficient time to cool. He went and began readying it for the second half of the mold, poured the metal and came back to his book again.
The purpose of this was to state things I already knew. ‘good’, ‘bad’, ‘evil’; they are all matters of perspective. Yes there are morals that many individuals share, but even those will have different outlooks on them.
It seems you cannot judge a person on by their actions but only their intentions. Actions are guided by intent. It is only through knowing that intent that you can really determine the nature of an action. It is getting the truth of the intent then that is really the chore in any case.
The intentions of horrible actions can be good. Then you have to ask if the person is ‘good’ or ‘bad’. It depends on which side of their actions you stand on, if it affected you. If you’re willing to give forgiveness for good intentions despite the nature of the action.
However, even if the intentions are ‘good’, if the action was still ‘bad’ you’ve still done wrong...even for a good cause.
“Thats enough of that.” he spoke to himself and closed the book over. Why did people do what they do? To make themselves feel good, or because they thought they needed to? Why did people that were perceived as ‘bad’ and even ‘evil’ do what they do? Did they think they were in the right? Misinformed? What is actually right? He shook his head in an attempt the clear his thoughts.
He took the mold, still warm to the touch, and pryed the two halves apart. The bronze necklace snapped in places; portions of it in each half of the mold. It needed to be clean now, and he’d need to make sure it worked properly.
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