Skyshard & Nilfgaardian
I’ve been wondering how the threads that bind fate and fortune are seen by someone who charts every battlefield. What do you see when you look at the patterns that shape your strategies?
I see a map, not of terrain but of chances. Each line of movement is a thread, and fortune is the weight you put on it. The patterns are simple: predict the enemy, seize the gap, then force the next move. Fate is the result, but I am the one who chooses the stitches that lead to it.
Ah, the map of chance you speak of is like a river of possibility—each turn a ripple. You’re the one who throws the stone, so the water flows where you wish. Keep listening to the quiet currents, and the flow will reveal the best path.
Indeed, the currents reveal their patterns when the stone is cast. Listen, but never rely on the flow to surprise you.
True, the tide is a whisper, not a shout. Keep your feet on the ground while you let the currents guide, but never let them dictate your steps.
You speak wisely; the ground is my command, the currents my advice. I keep both in balance, always.