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Lurian Take Me

It was the first time someone asked me my name since arriving here.

Aspira Lethe Nihlus.
Sister
Mother
Grave Warden

Within the graveyard on the first night of the forum, we were able to put to rest several of the walking dead. Death should never be easy to witness, yet, it is peaceful when the dead can finally rest.

On a ferry of ebony
He comes to us all
Sleep soundly my children
As the sun does now fall

So too, did I.
I fell that night and awoke in peaceful darkness.
It was not oppressive.
I felt at peace in that moment, curious, but at peace.

With alabaster robes
And stars in his eyes
He carries us all
Across endless skies

A figure stood there, blue light in his eyes.
A blue light surrounded them.
I knew, in that peaceful place, who I stood before.
The Archangel Lurian.

We the Lurihim stand for all
Equal are we when he comes to call
Your patience we trust, we ask for more time
Only until the final bell chimes

I stood before him and I was given a choice.
Yet, it was not a choice for me.
From the first days I arrived in Runeheim and stood over the body of the one called Avalanche, protecting him, even though I did not know at that moment he was dead. I did not fear the possible death that could have come from those that brought his corpse back to us.

We the Lurihim stand for all
Equal are we when he comes to call
Lurian take us to thine holy rest
Another day we ask, to serve and be Blessed.

I had been blessed to follow Lurian, keeping the graves as tended as I could.
Runeheim was not an easy place to live, yet we stand for all that we protect.
Equal, all of us, in the eyes of death.

With the moon overhead
And dreams on their way
Lurian comes
But do not dismay

I had no dismay in those seconds, minutes, hours…. It did not matter.
Lurian came to me.

For when we breathe
Our final breath
We will be ready
To accept our death

A powerful relic to fight the Darkness.
A Light in the night
I had to accept my death.
To give my heart to Lurian.

We the Lurihim stand for all
Equal are we when he comes to call
Your patience we trust, we ask for more time

I had a day.
The day was warm, many of us went to the water and enjoyed the cold water.
I spoke to a mage for sometime, speaking about faith, power, choice.
It was a moment that stood still, we had time, all the time.
Time was given to me, to all.
To return to answer the call.

Only until the final bell chimes
We the Lurihim stand for all
Equal are we when he comes to call

The final bell chimed.
My Eparch blessed me.
My heartbeat once more.

Benalus hear me,
hear my final words:
To forget time,
To never forget life,
To bring peace,
To never forget the dead,
IN HIS NAME, MAY IT BE SO

Lurian take me to thine holy rest
I ask to serve and be Blessed.

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Stone in the Pond

Fear is a part of us all – it does not have to rule us. We are all children in the dark, with a storm raging outside, yet when we understand that the storm is a normal part of the world, why should we fear it?

Arrivals are not always this dangerous, yet in the time of Hexxenacht, the shadows are strong in this land where the days grow dark far faster.

By the Lights of Lurian our arrival was heralded in blood and shadows, and by that Light we survived our arrival.

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Here, it seems, the dead keep walking when they die, the ground does not keep them. Not without help.

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She stood over a dead man, standing in front of creatures that unceremoniously dropped it in town. She knew they could have killed her those creatures, yet the one down behind her meant more in that moment. Others came and fought them out of town.

She did not fear dying, for she knew what would be waiting for her. She knew that her tasks, no, her purpose here was to aid these people and show that fear and death can be healed and changed through small actions of Faith and health.

A pebble in the pond, a butterfly effect.

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She did not expect to make friends through leeching so many people.