Essay on Te Chil Ren
Chavie - January 1, 2006
For weeks Chavie worked on an essay about her ever-evolving
spiritual philosophy, trying to express herself as clearly and
professionally as possible. She didn't call on her "little
brother" to help, vowing to do this on her own. Finally, proud of
what she had accomplished, she made two copies of the original,
one to place in The Grim's guild hall, and one to tack to the
wall of the inn in Brill, among other public announcements and
letters. The script is very careful, almost blocky.
Tu Al Ma Dir Gil Mets, An Dal Dos Hu Me Bi In Te Res Ted:
If you have been around me you have probably heard my odd way of
speaking, which is called wor sa fa chal. It is evolved from an
anti-religious philosophy developed by myself, with a few
followers among the Forsaken. The first Chil Ren no longer see
this as a focus of their being and they have moved on to cut
their own paths. As the original intended purpose was to find
one's own power this does not make me all sad. I am proud of my
little brothers and sisters.
First please understand this irony I, a priest, find very funny:
We undead with wills of our own have no god. The spells we
priests have we achieve through the power of our own selves. As
Maledictus the Necromancer pointed out when I was talking about
this with him, we do owe much to Lady Sylvanas. We wouldn't be
ourselves without her! But one day, maybe she will be gone. Will
we then be taken back by the Lich King? Or will our own willpower
be so strong that nothing can enslave us again?
We don't have a god or a goddess, because our existence is an
abomination to most of them. I am sure for example that the Earth
Mother did not intend for dead things to continue to exist and
move around. It is not altogether very natural. And the most
devoted followers of the Light think we should all be "cured" or
else buried for good forever.
So we are born into new bodies and taken in by our foster mother
the lovely Banshee Queen Sylvanas but ultimately we are indeed
FORSAKEN and mistrusted, little redhead orphans, and most of the
world thinks we Should Not Be. The merchants and establishments
of the rest of the Horde raise their prices to us until we prove
ourselves to them. We work to achieve the reputation other Horde
have automatically. We are not trusted. We are the youngest race
of Azeroth, but we are one of the fastest-growing. Who do we turn
to but ourselves?
Te Chil Ren embrace this status of being newly-born again
children. We are childlike in many ways though each of us will
embody a different aspect of childhood. Some are playful and
silly and some are lonely and afraid and some are selfish
bullies. But the ultimate goal or state of being for a Chal is to
tap into their own inner power and become so strong in their
sense of being that nothing will ever ever ever enslave them
again. To create themselves every day and be fully their own
person.
I am fully allegient to The Grim and to Lady Sylvanas and I am
fiercely loyal to my friends. But I am also fiercely loyal to
Chavie. There is only one Chavie in all this world and it is my
own responsibility to care for her. I do not have parents to care
for me and I do not have a god or goddess to pray to for help. My
mortal friends I love but I should not always depend on them.
Some day everyone dies. Though you are loved you might find
yourself alone. Even the gods might die! Even the dragonflights
perish!
Though the canon speaking of wor sa fa chal is based on my own
speaking, Chil Ren are always encouraged to speak from their
hearts in whatever way feels most right to them. For me it
started when I was singing and killing little darkhounds in
Tirisfal. I found that when I sang, I felt connected with the
part of myself that connects to the place from which I take my
spells. That singing a string of wordless syllables made Chavie
powerful and at peace. I let this way of singing become a way of
speaking by changing words in Orcish or Gutterspeak to best
follow the pattern of my chant-singing. It has come to the point
that saying words in their normal ways makes me uneasy and
un-connected to myself. I am very happy to have friends such as
Vuudu who brought me to this guild and understood my words when I
spoke from my heart of hearts. I was very pleased when she
introduced me to Maledictus (me hi res pis fu li) and he was able
to understand quickly, too. I was even able to give my interview
in this way. I know it is a strange thing to hear so when people
understand it means they are listening to me on a deep level and
to each of you I say TEN KU from the bottom of my heart.
I do not often write in wor sa fa chal mostly because I am unsure
how to put the sound into sight. But as I write I hum and sing to
myself so that I am not troubled. I am not a very good writer.
Usually my friend Marson, who is a Chal among the first though he
is only a casual practicioner, writes for me, because he knows
some of the proper ways of writing and speaking. But this is too
important not to write with my own hand.
Like a growing child the way of Te Chil Ren changes and reinvents
itself as it experiences and learns more. But in short this is
the philosophy: We are our own gods. We must strive to be true to
ourselves. We must be honest and sincere, and loyal, and not be
too sad and to remember to play when we need to. We do not live
in the past but try to make our own future. (Children always have
wider futures than adults!) We find who we are and we hold on
TIGHT lest we lose ourselves and be Scourge again. We might be
forsaken but we do not need to be accepted! as long as we have
our own feet firm on the ground nothing can push us over.
Priests are to guide their people and I pledge to do my best to
keep my brothers and sisters of the Forsaken and my adopted
extended Horde family firmly on their feet.
kiskis, cha vi ski ner ha sis ter af te chil ren