Role

Chapter 9

Valarien: "I know you at your heart and in all ways you feel fragile"
Ithyssraya: "A piece of thin glass is fragile. I am an oak tree in the bog
that swallows a thousand corpses. I endure. I am not fragile, Valarien
Atar'Eiurfea."


Through dedicated effort and the company of Rexan and Dohri, Ithyssraya found
some of the pieces of herself that were left in the bog. She wrote of the
season of Winter and the ways that suffering could infect and choke out the
brightest bastion of Light. Instead of reacting to every situation with calm
and composure, she allowed some of her spirited nature - and the argumentative
side that only Tsalhssa had seen - to be leveraged against the wicked and
balanced alike. While Acolytes are to be fair of tongue and act, Ithyssraya
fights to maintain the lessons of the swamp. In a place where are all equally
likely to die to the elements, truth must be spoken clearly and without
regret.

The Godfather of Voralian City - Rexan - fell twice to the midnight dragon
while with Ithyssraya. His easygoing nature and bravery in the face of death
reminded her that Weh need not be placed on a pedestal to be appreciated and
learned from. Sometimes the cycle continued without signs in the stars, and
that is the way of the world. She found deep inspiration in Rexan, and
channeled this into poetry that spoke of his courage and the duality of his
nature as an earnest and merciful squire.