#narset

They called her unique insight a "gift." Then she saw the truth, and suddenly it was a "threat."

I've been delaying answering this because it's basically an essay mixed with fan fiction... I'm going to copy some of my thoughts from my original post.

Okay so the Jeskai on Tarkir are represented by three colors of mana:

White: Compassion, Order, Community Blue: Intellect, Cunning, Knowledge Red: Action, Creativity, Passion/Emotion

When the Dragonlords eleminated the Khans, Ojutai reformed the Jeskai in his image, REMOVING RED MANA from the Jeskai.

What must it have been like when the revolution started again, to move from strict doctrine and adherence to the martial and scholastic ways of your predecessors to be encouraged to be creative? What must it have been like to have been freed from the strict histories and encouraged to seek new knowledge?

What must it have been like to go from isolationist martial artists and scholars to adding PASSION. CREATIVITY. ACTION. They could definitely fight. But now they had a reason. They could fight FOR themselves.

Not only could they fight, but imagine the sheer joy that would come from being allowed to be CREATIVE and IMPULSIVE for once! Imagine the sheer RAGE one might feel once they learned that the drive to innovate, to TAKE ACTION, to be impulsive had not just been discouraged, but had been TAKEN FROM YOU BY A TYRANT.

Imagine the swelling of emotion of fury within the academic martial artists as they incorporated red mana and all that came along with it BACK into a culture, never having known that it was once part of your heritage until recently.

If I were the enemy of the Jeskai at that moment, I'd be terrified of what would be coming my way.

I actually had this come back up in my suggested videos on youtube music recently, and it actually pretty well illustrates the Vibe.™

Unification through understanding. Unification in direct, decisive action. Action informed by knowledge.

The day had only just begun to bleed through the tarry, starless black of night when Elspeth heard a polite knock on the door. She opened it to find Narset standing there, expression apologetic

"i'm afraid the jeskai cannot help you."

Elspeth nodded. She had not come to Tarkir with specific expectations, only a desire to provide warning, to find answers. It would have been preferable if she'd manage to solicit some help, but this was not Tarkir's responsibility. The archangel-

Narset adjusted the strap of a rucksack slung over her shoulder, her face beaming with ferocious light