Role

Chapter 1

Mid-death Crisis
Added Mon Apr 9 15:58:07 2007 at level 51:

Another day, another battered and bloody corpse. For a priest I'm not
much of a philosopher, but I'd have to be a brain-damaged piggy not to
wonder why I'm constantly returned from the Eternal Flames, placed back
in my old, worn shell. Naked but for the Spiral, warming me gently...

Everything I've been taught, from youth to today, has had some theme of
perseverance. So I persevere. Unlike most, however, I've been _richly_ rewarded
for doing what I must. Powers to rival the greatest wizards, a family, friends, the
trust of my goddess. But as I sit here, remembering the sight of my lifeless body,
I can't help but think...dammit. Why do I keep doing this to myself. I AM blessed,
it isn't pride to say it. To continually doubt myself, doubt my path in life is
a terrible dishonor to those who've helped me. Answered my prayers. Given me comfort.

Maybe it's a mortal failing, maybe it's just me. I can never be satisfied with
a good thing. These warring forces in my heart, driving me forward and chastising
me backward...

I met a wise and powerful Lord of the heavens. Apparently a brother paladin
in his mortal life. He said it as plainly as possible: the only failure is giving up.
So I'll persevere. And try to be a bit more grateful. No, a bit more forgiving.
The Eternal Flames will always be there...