Poets of Shiao

Beauty is in all things. From the everlasting sound of crashing waves upon the shore to the flutter of the most gentle sparrow, beauty emerges victorious on all fronts. As many cast aside what would seem insignificant to their lives, others revel into them, like that very unique scar upon the chest's drawer, or the slow tree waltz that come from the Autumn wind. This beauty is a gift from the Kami, the integrity of their creation comes from the idea that perfection can be found anywhere at anytime, from the smallest speck of dust to the singing of a crying mother.   Some say that beauty can be found only in the absence of pain, sorrow and darkness. That beauty can only survive where destruction sleeps, where chaos is chained by order, where words dominate silence. But those who are wise, or ill-minded, know the truth. Beauty is beyond compare, beyond limitations and barriers. Some may find beauty upon a dead man's blood bath or in the ashes of a village consumed by flames. Sometimes, to understand beauty, you must see all of it's sides.   And then there is you.   You are poets. Destined by bloodline and hierarchy to inherit the Kami's power : poetry. Through those words, you perceive and present nature's secret beauty, bending it to your will, to show those who are blind. You are among society's elite, surpassed only by those of divine blood. And so rests Shiao equilibrium, upon the shoulders of the Celestial Order.   Upon these ill times, the world has come in need of poets such as you, to beauty's extent, to ensure it is never stolen. Among the divided clans of Shiao and the Pearled Empire, you stand alone, united only by a common purpose.   To fulfill your destiny.