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reflections for the lost19. Struggles in the MireIt is difficult to write of perils when one thinks upon rewards and breaks into giggles. We fought further through this labyrinth, facing strange traps and some even stranger foes. I was struck by a huge discharge of lightning when I failed to see a magical ward inscribed upon the handle of a door. Another foe struck me within a shred of my life after I felled a strange knife wielding construct called a Golem. As my vision faded, I was brought back into the thick of the fight. I was dizzy, as I always am after such a shocking healing, but not enough to make my morningstar completely unwieldy. I have taken a liking to this brutal weapon, with its simple turned wood handle encasing the blackened length of steel to the blossom of spikes at the end. I, of course, prefer the handle myself, but the end seems to like my foe the better. I will not argue.Rihana approached me today and discretely questioned if my faith was still firm, even in front of the miracles I have seen my companions perform. She asked if Sanantha’s healing my wounds brought my faith into any question. I was shocked that she would question my belief in the Creator. I did not answer her, and found myself walking away after backing a few steps up. She was not to be ignored or put off, and in short found another time to ask me what deity I chose to follow. I explained simply that one cannot make this choice, they are Chosen. This was apparently not enough for her, and while I watched her drain a cup of wine, during Qadar, she asked me with a smile. I leaned forward and lowered my voice so my response was for her ears only. I said simply that every day and night I prayed for my Salvation and Rebirth, Ilâh willing. Previous Entry Next Entry |