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Post by Leonidas de Cosmas (I) on Jun 20, 2011 19:06:37 GMT -5
The conflicts on the border were worsening. It was quite evident that things were on a collision course. I prayed at the altar of Naamah, feeling Camael's call tug at my heart. The call to take back up the blade, to defend my country, to kill....
But I could not. War was anathema. To everything. It only brought death, and cruelty, and wanton destruction.
The temple of Naamah, even here in Camlach, bore missives from the City of Elua. The Royal Family were requesting all of those willing, and able-bodied, to help in the upcoming war. I could not, would not, help in the manner I had before. My life was dedicated to Naamah now. To love. To healing.
But I would go to war. Offer succor to those that needed it. My travels had revealed that people were in pain all over Terre d'Ange. All different sorts of pain. But they needed the balm of their goddess. I would see that they got it.
And so here I am, newly arrived in Elua.
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