I did a orientalism. I did an islamophobia. I did a racism. I did a xenophobia. I did a christo-fascism. I did a weak apology. I did a no growth. This makes it abundantly clear I don't understand the intersectional nature of the multiplicity of my offenses.
Click the button below to get your dervishes:
D6 |
These dervishes dance |
1 |
in a sort of stylized military march, with high knees and punts. |
2 |
in a style that includes lots of spins and flips and kicks - it's a fused dance-martial art like capoeira. |
3 |
in cycles of whirling expansion and tiptoeing contraction, kind of like figure skating by foot. |
4 |
impossibly-flexibly, proof in motion that their inspiration could only be divine. |
5 |
by leaping and rolling in a stunning display of athleticism. |
6 |
hand-in-hand, each of the pair in colours contrasting the other's. |
D6 |
These dervishes dance to |
1 |
demonstrate that the divine cannot be grasped rationally, but rather only by direct, aesthetic revelation. |
2 |
wake the righteous dead up from the earth, to enjoy their company and share the joys of the living. |
3 |
mimic on earth what their divinity achieves in the heavens. |
4 |
speak with bees, who they believe carry their words up to the ears of God. |
5 |
keep their bodies strong and limber for when spiritual war must spill over into the material world. |
6 |
the tune of strummed lyres and the beat of their beaded wooden sandals. |
D6 |
These dervishes wear |
1 |
long skirts and taper-tipped hats. |
2 |
billowy scarves and sashes and headbands and ribbons around their ankles and wrists. |
3 |
be-belled & tasselled shirts and trousers. |
4 |
curlicued tunics and spirally torcs and tiaras and belts. |
5 |
hauberks of gold-leafed chain, and tabards stitched with religious symbols. |
6 |
frames like hussar wings flying gaudy pennats, and vests with striped colours. |
D6 |
These dervishes wield |
1 |
weapons like haftless morning stars, or spiked and hollow bowling balls. |
2 |
coiled scimitars made from the treated iridescent
shells of flailsnails, which by skilled users can be whipped out to
their full length or retained for weighty chopping. |
3 |
wavering, wire-thin bagh nakhs, perfect for piercing around armour and bones. |
4 |
heavy chakrams, more for swinging than for throwing. |
5 |
their own fists and feet and knees and elbows and foreheads, conditioned into iron-hard weapons. |
6 |
twin serrated sickles, engraved with calligraphic prayers. |
D6 |
These dervishes are led |
1 |
by a burn-scarred and wildly-bearded old ascetic who
sleeps with his eyes open balanced atop a wooden pole and can laugh off
any pain. |
2 |
by a clubfooted prophetess who rides an albino donkey. |
3 |
by a bloodthirsty zealot who pores over their sacred texts for justifications for all-consuming violence. |
4 |
by a fanatical literalist who is certain they have
discerned the one perfect dance, which when performed (at great expense
to all) will immanentize the eschaton. |
5 |
by a canny politician who knows the right words to
whisper into every ear to get people to sacrifice themselves for the
greater cause. |
6 |
by a venal secularist who has mastered their art yet wants to render them into mere performers and concubines. |
D6 |
These dervishes' stronghold |
1 |
is a blessed cirque way up in the mountains, carved out
and encompassed by a glacier of pale blue, unmelting ice, which acts as
a greenhouse for the paradisiacal verdance within it. |
2 |
is an underground city with great earthen doors to disguise its entrances. |
3 |
is a white tower, a cyclopean pillar of atmospheric entry-sizzled stone encircled by a crater-oasis. |
4 |
is down the throat of a hotspring-cenote, the steam
rising from its depths channeled into contraptions and contrivances for
convenience and defence. |
5 |
is a valley carved with the tombs of pagan pharaohs, walled off with raided bricks and decorated with defaced idols. |
6 |
is an ancient, eroded web of qanats, cisterns, and
aqueducts, with a semi-nomadic center of operations that can move
rapidly along its waterways. |
No comments:
Post a Comment