To Aeradia,
May you inscribe in this your thoughts
prayers
and hopes
so that you never remain alone without them.
-Ireael Enhume
May you inscribe in this your thoughts
prayers
and hopes
so that you never remain alone without them.
-Ireael Enhume
Aeradia Powyn - The Pilgrimage to the World Below
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Aeradia Powyn - The Pilgrimage to the World Below
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Re: Aeradia Powyn - The Pilgrimage to the World Below
To the Great Light Above,
Time seems to move differently down here in the World Below. It must of taken me two tendays before seeing another soul, and even more for me to make it to my destination. I recently made my way to Sshamath, a city where the Spider Queen's matriarchies do not rule, yet a hierarchy exists none the less. It seems our kindred below adore the illusion of order and structure, for they cannot exist without a phantom of hierarchy. The Underdark is a cruel place; I fear I would not of made it to the city if not for coming across a caravan headed for it. It seemed like the safest place to begin my Pilgrimage for our Kin, since the wicked of Lolth would likely discover my presence quicker than the arcane males of that hold authority in Sshamath. I pray my inclination serves me.
I must strike a balance between keeping a lookout for souls to serve Eilistraee's message, yet not draw unwanted attention to myself. Dark Maiden give me grace to find such balance.
It wasn't long that I was in the city when the guards stopped me and ordered me to seek out some escaped goblin slaves in the nearby caverns. They were male and it seemed like they enjoyed giving me orders, or perhaps it was just that they enjoyed delegating their own duties to another. Either way, I was attacked by several of the creatures during my scouting of the passageways nearest the city. I've delt with goblins before, but these were slightly different. They didn't want my coin, nor were they following orders; they were afraid. They attacked me out of feral fear. It was all I could do to lift my blade to the poor things. I mourned their deaths, after all, I had to defend myself, yet it was a fight I did not want. My fight was not with them. My fight wasn't even on this plane. My fight is war on the spirit and my battlefield is a web large enough to fill the horizon. May the light of Eilistraee hold me to my conviction, and dance with me on the web of her mother.
Until I see you again, Great Light,
Aeradia
Time seems to move differently down here in the World Below. It must of taken me two tendays before seeing another soul, and even more for me to make it to my destination. I recently made my way to Sshamath, a city where the Spider Queen's matriarchies do not rule, yet a hierarchy exists none the less. It seems our kindred below adore the illusion of order and structure, for they cannot exist without a phantom of hierarchy. The Underdark is a cruel place; I fear I would not of made it to the city if not for coming across a caravan headed for it. It seemed like the safest place to begin my Pilgrimage for our Kin, since the wicked of Lolth would likely discover my presence quicker than the arcane males of that hold authority in Sshamath. I pray my inclination serves me.
I must strike a balance between keeping a lookout for souls to serve Eilistraee's message, yet not draw unwanted attention to myself. Dark Maiden give me grace to find such balance.
It wasn't long that I was in the city when the guards stopped me and ordered me to seek out some escaped goblin slaves in the nearby caverns. They were male and it seemed like they enjoyed giving me orders, or perhaps it was just that they enjoyed delegating their own duties to another. Either way, I was attacked by several of the creatures during my scouting of the passageways nearest the city. I've delt with goblins before, but these were slightly different. They didn't want my coin, nor were they following orders; they were afraid. They attacked me out of feral fear. It was all I could do to lift my blade to the poor things. I mourned their deaths, after all, I had to defend myself, yet it was a fight I did not want. My fight was not with them. My fight wasn't even on this plane. My fight is war on the spirit and my battlefield is a web large enough to fill the horizon. May the light of Eilistraee hold me to my conviction, and dance with me on the web of her mother.
Until I see you again, Great Light,
Aeradia
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Re: Aeradia Powyn - The Pilgrimage to the World Below
Log I
By the Dark Maiden, I just had a conversation with a Yathrin of Lolth. She was disguised, and subtle about her faith, however -- likely due to the cities irreverence to the Spider Queen. The way she displayed her symbol for me to see... it was as if she was trying to connect with me. Her poor soul. She seeks companionship. If only she knew the grace of Eilistraee, and the comfort she offers. Her name is Irr'da. If it is the Lady's path for me, I will see her again.
Until I see you again Great Light,
Aeradia
By the Dark Maiden, I just had a conversation with a Yathrin of Lolth. She was disguised, and subtle about her faith, however -- likely due to the cities irreverence to the Spider Queen. The way she displayed her symbol for me to see... it was as if she was trying to connect with me. Her poor soul. She seeks companionship. If only she knew the grace of Eilistraee, and the comfort she offers. Her name is Irr'da. If it is the Lady's path for me, I will see her again.
Until I see you again Great Light,
Aeradia