09-30-2025, 02:55 AM
How long has it been?
How many souls returned to the cycle?
I lost count then, I have not regained it.
Even after the Crusade ended.
Even after the Isle sank.
Even after Viritas fell.
Even after Varrach's death.
Even after Melione's death.
Even after the Vigil fell.
Even after I no longer stood under His sight.
I still find bits and pieces of that malignance scattered all over the place.
Some new, some old, some forgotten about and some claimed.
And I still do my part.
I still walk forward, one foot in front of the other.
It never ends, but that's fine.
Well, no, I would prefer it not to be the case that malignant wretches bind souls of the meek to metal in eternal torment, that isn't fine.
The part where I am needed, and where it is a good deed to be done within my power, that is fine.
It remains my purpose and my joy to right this wrong.
Even if at times it can feel a burden...
It is one that I do not carry alone anymore.
Another set of messages, a reminder to Meranthe of the work served by Grey Aundeoth. Of the removal of Nyctorre from weaponry, swiftly, efficiently, and safely. However, as furtive individuals pin notices to boards and the odd drone makes its way with fliers, something new has emerged.
He is no longer the only one with such a capacity.
Through great work, through accord with myself, there are now others capable of this feat.
Specifically, Bailey Rowe has volunteered his name be listed as one of those capable, yet there are others that can be sought out for similar service.
They may make themselves known as they see fit.
Let these bound and captive souls suffer no longer.
You may find some of us in the ruins of our home- or in Gloomlight Grove.
We are but a letter away.
How many souls returned to the cycle?
I lost count then, I have not regained it.
Even after the Crusade ended.
Even after the Isle sank.
Even after Viritas fell.
Even after Varrach's death.
Even after Melione's death.
Even after the Vigil fell.
Even after I no longer stood under His sight.
I still find bits and pieces of that malignance scattered all over the place.
Some new, some old, some forgotten about and some claimed.
And I still do my part.
I still walk forward, one foot in front of the other.
It never ends, but that's fine.
Well, no, I would prefer it not to be the case that malignant wretches bind souls of the meek to metal in eternal torment, that isn't fine.
The part where I am needed, and where it is a good deed to be done within my power, that is fine.
It remains my purpose and my joy to right this wrong.
Even if at times it can feel a burden...
It is one that I do not carry alone anymore.
Another set of messages, a reminder to Meranthe of the work served by Grey Aundeoth. Of the removal of Nyctorre from weaponry, swiftly, efficiently, and safely. However, as furtive individuals pin notices to boards and the odd drone makes its way with fliers, something new has emerged.
He is no longer the only one with such a capacity.
Through great work, through accord with myself, there are now others capable of this feat.
Specifically, Bailey Rowe has volunteered his name be listed as one of those capable, yet there are others that can be sought out for similar service.
They may make themselves known as they see fit.
Let these bound and captive souls suffer no longer.
You may find some of us in the ruins of our home- or in Gloomlight Grove.
We are but a letter away.