Kiriam the Communer of Damnation

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Chapter 4

And so, he hunted. Bearing renewed focus, he sought out means to accomplish
the first of his goals-tipping the scales of war in lights favor. He searched
with a quickened heartbeat, his nerves dancing. Slowly he began to calm as it
seemed he would never find his quarry. By luck happened upon them. Seeming to
catch them unawares, he rushed to prepare the battlefield to his advantage.
Summoning his adversary into a corner, he unleashed his new power upon them.
The battle was over with haste, Kiriam standing above his fallen foe.

He was torn. A side of him felt elation. He had put down an enemy of innocence
and dealt a blow to the darkness, part of his purpose. Yet, another side felt
guilt at having so sorely taken advantage of another. It felt wrong to harm
another just because he was able. It was there that he realized that this was
the duality of the path that he had chosen. The defense of light and the slip
into darkness were both edges of this narrow trail. He would have to walk
with purpose to avoid folly. New enlightenment from the words of the Magus
dawned upon upon him. With a curt nod he steeled his resolve and made his way
to the Fortress of Light and pledged himself to the Maran T'arabal at it's
gate.

After a missive sent on his behalf by his friend who had succeeded in their
quest toward the position of Acolyte, he was contacted by the Captain of the
Brigade. After a good discussion, where he learned that the Captain had
endured hardships in his growing up, he was taken into the family of the
Fortress. He felt inspired as his steps further trod towards his aim. He was
further inspired by what he had learned from the Captain of his youth. Thaedan
had let go of the pains he had felt and even had forgiven his tormentor, the
man he called father. That such misfortune could have a glowing turnaround
made Kiriam see that the path he sought could be walked. By being a comfort to
one another, and building each other up, we can surpass any hardships that we
might endure on our own. He again had found a family, and this one he did not
intend to lose.

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Chapter 3

Having found the garden Citadel, I prepared to start my vigil of prayer. I
called out to the heavens for the Magus and began to wait. Barely five minutes
passed before Lord Ignolmeer's Banner-Knight contacted me, asking after my
quest. He came to meet me there, within the Citadel, and gave advice and
council, telling a curious story about fish and the extent to which they fight
against the flow of the stream. It was meant as a parable to parallel with the
pull of fate, and our journey within that stream. I thanked him well, for my
tutelage in the faith of the Magus had been limited previous to that. Just
then the Magus Ignolmeer himself stepped into the shrine from seeming
nothingness. Never before had I felt such righteous power as within his
presence. At first I felt fear, a fear of being judged unworthy for any number
of past failings, however slight. My tongue was slow to respond to my urging,
but soon fear began to shed in place of comfort and admiration. Where first I
had wondered at what was being asked, the answers began to come from within,
from the things I believe true.

After more council, Magus Ignolmeer anointed me with his sacrosanct power,
imbued through his mighty staff. Never have I felt so certain of my decisions
as when I was touched by the divine. And yet, it made me aware too that I must
examine myself to better understand my path. The cure for ignorance is study,
so every day I have begun with a journey to the Magus' Library to read of fate
and how to lead our brothers and sisters to betterment of ourselves and one
another.

Through this I have come to realize that I must decide how I will
affect my own goals. To that end I have concluded that my efforts against the
tainted denizens of darkness must be aimed at tipping the scale of war in
lights favor. While that can and will be done by defeating the soldiers of
evil, there is no greater way to tip the scales than to make an ally of an
enemy, converting them to our way. This is unlikely but should be considered
of a promising candidate, such as those who show empathy.

Bettering my brothers and sisters will in turn better me, and the light's
horizon is made wider still with each of us we lift up. I will listen to their
pains and offer support and council, comfort them and show charity where I am
able. With both sword and shield will I stand between the hordes of darkness
and the children of light and try to unify the roles of both vanguard and
missionary.

-Kiriam Uthridese

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Chapter 2

I know very little of my past beyond my own surname. My earliest memory is
of Balator, and the orphanage where I lived. I know not if I myself were
orphaned or abandoned. The result is the same in either instance, I was
without a family, living within the charity of kind souls. I would not
presume to ask for a more fortunate circumstance. We orphans wonted not for
food. We were learned in our letters, numbers, and histories. We could
sleep without fear, for Jaragh-a champion of the light- kept vigil over our
wellbeing. Of course, I was different than the other children. Common folk
of Thera call my kind 'Azure-Touched'. What I do know is that by some means
the angelic essence of the Azure Fields is a part of my being. It makes me
fundamentally different, although the other children were always quick to
include me as a friend.

It was the designs of the less virtuous that took that home from me. As a
child of twelve I remember a pair of duergar taking particular note of me
as I walked with the other children in the streets of Balator. Jaragh was
quick to escort me back to the orphanage, as he had noticed their vile
stares almost as instantly as had I. It was not long before other such
beings started loitering around outside, always quick to rush off when
challenged, but never dispersing for long before returning to linger.
Jaragh took me aside and told me that this would not stop. The malicious
attention that I had garnered was owed to my heritage. They were drawn to
me like murderous moths wishing to snuff my virtuous flame. For my safety
and that of the others I would have to leave, lest menacing looks turn to
lethal intention. The good people of the orphanage sent me to a sanctuary
near the city of Voralian, where I was to begin training in the ways of a
priest. For a second time I was stripped of a family. At least in this
instance I knew why.

I found myself very at home in the service of the clergy, it felt proper
to comfort and attend to the kindly people of Thera. Finally I was able to
give back to the likes of those who had seen to my own wellbeing for so long.
In worship I found that something within me stirred in reading of the Lord
Ignolmeer. Unable to acknowledge why, I felt inexorably drawn to the study
of his teachings. When the time had come to choose my priestly path, I
reflected several times upon the wretched villans that had forced me to this
place. I decided then that I would learn the ways of the shaman, and focus
my life towards protecting the kindly folk of Thera. With my path chosen and
wishing to hear the words of my Lord, I set off to find his Citadel shrine.

I will write down my steps on this journey, that I always may see the steps
I took walking it.

-Kiriam Uthridese

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Chapter 1

It all began several years ago, and far from here. From the depths of hell
stirred rebellion. Seeking to free himself of his prison, the Prince of Lies
marshalled his infernal forces. In their vigilance, the gods of light knew
of the coming attempt. They dispatched their own servants to thwart the vile
desires of Satan. The elder planetar Kasaontor was appointed to lead the
dawns guard. With righteous wrath the denizens of light struck. Coordinated
by the knowledge dispatched to them from the divine, lights forces attacked
at the exact moment when Satan was about to breach the realm of mortals.

Demons and devils carved into the ranks of men and azure-born. As swiftly as
victory seemed initially, the Lord of Hell utilized deception and turned the
battle on it's head. Suddenly Kasaontor and his vanguard were surrounded by
the lieutenants of hell. Sorely pressed, the day was soon to be lost for
eternity. In a zealous rage of eldritch power, the witch Hecate Uthridese
blasted into those surrounding the general of light. In a display well beyond
the bounds of her abilities she dispatched the vile ambushers, surely saving
Kasaontor and his angelic retinue. Newly unfettered, the general charged into
Satan's honor guard, his righteous fury renewed by the efforts of the mortal
woman. In a heroic display of martial prowess, Kasaontor defeated the Prince
of Lies in single combat. As the devil fell, his immortal essence being pulled
back into the pits of hell, his snakes tongue flitted in rage as he uttered a
curse. Kasaontor and all of his line would ever be enemies sworn of all
creatures of hell, and the clutch of Satan would slay them all. As the last
motes of his infernal essence departed, the tiniest piece struck Kasaontor in
the chest and dropped the hallowed creature to the ground. Rushing again to
his side was the mortal woman Hecate Uthridese. The day was won, though at
great cost to the forces of light.

Kasaontor began to succumb to some unknown sickness that no healer could
divine. Hecate refused to leave his side and assumed responsibility of his
care. No details are known of the subsequent weeks that led to the recovery of
the great planetar, but from the very edge of mortality he returned. His
patron then called upon him to ascend into the heavens, never again to walk the
realms of men. Hecate returned to her life among mortals. And while there are
many different ways that a child can come to be associated with the essence of
the Azure Fields, in the case of the unborn Kiriam a much more conventional
conception had been realized.

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