The turmoil and trials that I have seen my friend Blystos go through are painful for us his brothers as well. The battle against the forces of darkness drags on and especially among the people and the various guardians of Daeron it seems there is no light at the end of the dark night we have fallen into.
Blystos' compassion for the pain of this embattled world makes him anxious for any chance to strike back at the evil he sees. But, the path to the light is never an easy path in Aetheria.
Today we were once again joined in fellowship at our guild hall and I was encouraging him to stay with the ideals left us by Father Kurth and our brothers ATI, he was thinking to defend our honor by making his mark in the civil war that wracks this world. I know I too have at times joined in that strife. Indeed our mighty brothers FoN have allowed themselves to be much diminished by failing to see this strife between the factions as the workings of the evil ones. I urged my brothers and all of this world to strive together to make it a safer and more righteous place.
I had just relieved Gustie as door guard, so he could share the knowledge of two tomes he had won, when the worm in our world Primus attacked! He was within the hall! Apparently he doesn't need a key, brothers take note!
He used some foul spell to teleport Gustie from the hall! Chust was busy cleaning up after some entertaining he apparently did the night before (Fatz?) and was hardly ready for battle. Valis and Re leapt into the fray until Chust and I could arrive and help to discourage it.
We have become no small thorn in Primus' side and he thought to hit us when weak. But we are not weak and every day we grow stronger.
At our meeting Re had shared a vision he had regarding the return of one we had long sought in our prayers. While I long have followed the path of the holy ones, the gods have not entrusted to me such prophetic vision, at least not before last night. Indeed I informed the group that several of us were about to undertake a quest to seek the council of our Brother ATI who long ago retired to a life of prayer in a desolate and lonely place. He felt that in that quiet place he might be able to hear the voice of god he found had grown too faint in the bustle of Daeron.
Our quest met many strange things, but alas, despite my dreams, we did not find ATI, though I was sure he had called me thither. I had just decided that my foolish dream had led us on a wild goose chase and had sat down to rest when suddenly out of the bright sun appeared a Dragon or so it seemed. I thought "Why it's Lark come to offer us a ride home how kind of the mighty creature".
But it wasn't Lark yet it appeared as a great Dragon the size of the Arnoth mountains when it drew close. Then the Dragon spoke and all the world was the voice. "Remember my Children even the mightiest dragon was once but an egg. You my little eggs still have much growing to do." Then it vanished and not a bird could we hear nor did any other creature stir in all that vast place.
Perhaps ATI didn't call me to that place but I felt the strength of my resolve reborn.
The raising and helping of the young and the new to this world is my calling, and the defeat of Primus is my immediate goal. I call to all of this suffering world to join us in this fight. Victory will be ours, Primus can not match us when we work together.
The Prayers of a troubled world
The Prayers of a troubled world
Vastly confused
A Kick in the pants
The battle with Primus raged across the world and it brought an opportunity as well as a challenge. I felt that I Knew what it was that was needed of me; heal and strengthen those battling the invader. Perhaps from this would grow a more unified world and we could finally work toward making it a better place for innocent folks to live.
I had made plans to defeat Primus and then end my endless wandering and adventuring days. I expected to fill my hours with prayer meditation and many hours helping the young to learn about this world.
I missed the final battle with Primus, somehow I never heard Aetherias call. Valis Lead our many allies into that last fray in the name of CLAD which much averts my horror at my own failure, and the brave members of the circle especially TSS did much to restore the balance of the world in this fight. Yet somehow I felt empty, indeed I felt as if Tyr had tossed me aside and denied me the final triumph.
I have since that time prayed long and hard looking for a new direction, a new purpose.
I have become so involved with my inner questioning that My cousin Vastly (CLAD)er, has said I will soon look like cousin Fatter! I think he exaggerates, Vastly Fatter's mother was extraordinairily large boned, shall we say, even for an ogre. Uncle Phil had strage tastes, but I digress.
Our holy warrior Gustie of course is sure he had the answer. "Maybe the gods don't want you to sit around and babysit, maybe they think you should get out there and destroy evil in the world rather than sitting here like a great poof and whining about how you lack direction in your life."
"Cripes if I wanted to be around all this angst and soul searching I would have joined a high society type girl's club! Why don't you and Re get a grip and come out and Help Paris and me kick some evil Butts?"
He had several other things to say as well, but I will have to look them up in our library before I understand them. They certainly did not sound like something you usually hear from a Paladin, although the names of several gods did feature prominently in his comments, it hardly sounded like prayer. I will have to ask Chust, he knows far more about the paladin way.
Enough of this writting, I hear evil is afoot, I think I'll go smack it around a bit. I'm not so old yet, and swinging a sword is a good way to clear my head.
I had made plans to defeat Primus and then end my endless wandering and adventuring days. I expected to fill my hours with prayer meditation and many hours helping the young to learn about this world.
I missed the final battle with Primus, somehow I never heard Aetherias call. Valis Lead our many allies into that last fray in the name of CLAD which much averts my horror at my own failure, and the brave members of the circle especially TSS did much to restore the balance of the world in this fight. Yet somehow I felt empty, indeed I felt as if Tyr had tossed me aside and denied me the final triumph.
I have since that time prayed long and hard looking for a new direction, a new purpose.
I have become so involved with my inner questioning that My cousin Vastly (CLAD)er, has said I will soon look like cousin Fatter! I think he exaggerates, Vastly Fatter's mother was extraordinairily large boned, shall we say, even for an ogre. Uncle Phil had strage tastes, but I digress.
Our holy warrior Gustie of course is sure he had the answer. "Maybe the gods don't want you to sit around and babysit, maybe they think you should get out there and destroy evil in the world rather than sitting here like a great poof and whining about how you lack direction in your life."
"Cripes if I wanted to be around all this angst and soul searching I would have joined a high society type girl's club! Why don't you and Re get a grip and come out and Help Paris and me kick some evil Butts?"
He had several other things to say as well, but I will have to look them up in our library before I understand them. They certainly did not sound like something you usually hear from a Paladin, although the names of several gods did feature prominently in his comments, it hardly sounded like prayer. I will have to ask Chust, he knows far more about the paladin way.
Enough of this writting, I hear evil is afoot, I think I'll go smack it around a bit. I'm not so old yet, and swinging a sword is a good way to clear my head.
Vastly confused