Role

Chapter 8

That duties of a Scribe taken on by a devout of the Lady Jaguar
to many seemed odd. Though, during his journey along the path
of Purity, he could see only how it made perfect sense.

As years passed, battle came and went. Blood was spilled,
wounds were healed. Death bespoke doom yet none could
listen through the clarion call of the Light. The vagaries of despair
were like destructive waves upon a shore of cold iron, strong
in their ferocity yet not diminishing that strength of soul and purpose.

The Jaguar fights for the path Amatrysti is now on, and with her
inspiring spirit filling him, he would fight. He would fight to
ensure that the only redemption the dark hearts had a chance of
knowing would be redemption through death and purification.

For his brethren in the Light however, he knew a priest of such a
Lady could bring about that same inspiration to his Maran brothers.
He would bring about that inspiration to those of a more genteel
spirit, for while the Jaguar's bite is fierce, it is delivered for the same
reasons we all fight for. The end of darkness. Light and love abound.

As this beacon, this teacher, he would seek to continue the
growth of focus upon the Light. For with every thrust of the sword
there must always be a nod to the just cause. In the din of battle
or in the quiet of the aftermath, the will of an Acolyte must be
at the forefront alongside the will of the Maran.

That will solidifies focus upon the Light, for war is the ultimate
force to swallow one up and spit one out. In what state one comes
out is determined by the Purity of spirit.