Blessday, 12th of Floodlock, PC 2293:
(( blargtheawesome - Tagged because I think you would appreciate our RP had long lasting effects on Gromm ))
I travel, travel and travel. The more of the Eastern Continent I see, the more I begin to feel at ease with this land. It is similar to the Northern Kingdoms I once knew, but somehow, always reminds you of the suffering you went through.
I visit leaders for Khárûz Kublai, the elected King of the Dwarves and meir babin. He trusts me to "do politics" for him and return to him to sign documents. He isn't incapable. In fact, I swore myself to him and was the first Dwarf to vote for him before all others. Perhaps I trust him more then I would like to admit.
The more I see these leaders, the more I feel peace. They do not seem to struggle with war, nor famine- none seem to struggle with their occupations as leaders. It seems the only true struggle across the lands is Religion-- mostly bought on by ignorance of the mortals around me, to which they swear themselves to a single God. By doing so, they set themselves a purpose. Sometimes, these singular worshipers receive blessings-- and then use these blessings upon others, harmfully.
Maceo de Courtnay seems to be one of the worst, from what I hear. His companions attack other worshipers across Altera in the name of their sole God, Ignis. It's unfortunate that Harateth was reborn as a self-loving Goddess. Skraag worshipers dig up graves all across Altera- and seem to be segregated into three different cults. The Guardians of Immortality and an un-named group lead by Syviil and Iskavander seem moral- thus they are my friends. But the third? Deluded.
Even the Earl of Stoltfar whom I recently met uses his gift from Theodra to hunt The Rangers.
In some ways, it amuses me. Mostly, however, it saddens me.
I tried to find solace in my lack of faith to Korog after my creator failed to choose a Khárûz. I did not find fellowship like my kin do. Recently I attempted to worship Silas, but my faith fails as I question myself in disappointment every-time I leave an offering to Silas' shrine.
The Gods do not hear me like they hear these fools surrounding me. Thus, I tried to understand the ideology of heretics. Alison Kane did not provide me with the answers I wished, as her lack of faith was simply because the Gods had no part to play in her life. Her devilish personality and abusive magic intrigues me- but I will find no answers with her.
Instead, I found answers whilst on my politically dangerous mission to the Court of Witch King Nwalme. He is a bizarre, eccentric man. I do not feel as if I am looking at the man I am speaking to, however... simply a mirage of some kind. He is unlike any other man I have met.
He and a physician, Josef, gave me comfort as I explained my religious plight to them. Their own respect for the Gods- but lack of faith in them- gave me inspiration of how to treat the Gods and worshipers. While not liking them fully nor following a God myself, I should respect them.
Of course, the Witch King and his adviser are both Mages of some degree. Their powers of casting spells is beyond my own understanding and, from their powers, they find skill in their heresy. I doubt they would teach me these powers.
There is peace in Altera.
Yet my mind continues to war against forgotten foes. Durrzus alta.
