Arminas Elensar the Voice of Summer, Sunwarden of Thar-Eris

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Chapter 1

I spoke with good Innis some today and passed along a little
of that which I have been trying to impart to those who walk
among the branches as well as those who wish a branch of their
own. Crendal has well received much of what I have spoken
to him of. Though he is wild and unruly.. at the best of
times, his heart is in the right place and he seems to pick
and choose his adversaries based on those that would enslave all
the most. Or before my face he does anyway. Still, I cannot
argue away his anger. It is difficult to even begin to
comprehend what he must have gone through when he was younger,
though he does not, will not, or is not ready to impart this
information to me. It does not stop me from chewing his ear on
the pitfalls of becoming that which you most hate. A saying I
have learned from dear Cytherea. I do miss our talks. I hope I am
able to speak more with her soon. Sessha as well. Both are founts
of wisdom and aid in keeping my faith solid. As sure as the dark
will come, I can count upon them, and of course, good Innis (This
goes without saying.) to keep me walking straight. The challenge
that still faces me, is meeting one who walks a more shadowy
life amongst this trong tree. I am confidant in my teaching, but
it be well received? One can only hope. Crendal is a victory for
me of sorts and I must admit, I have learned much in return from
the rtange little man. Especially in the quest to know more
of the true life spark. For now it seems those whom I have
spoken with seem to understand that bloodletting is not always
the way. Oddly enough, it is the tribunals that seem to close
their ears to these words the most. Even the imperial listen!
though admittedly are back to their ways in no time, but they
at least listen. It is a start. A spark.

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Chapter 2

I have heard the call. A loud wail of anguish that seems to come
from all around me. It is distress, anger, hurt, mistrust all
rolled into many voices. I found the center from which this call
came and was not surprised to see it centered around a single
tree, yet came from all the lands. Those covered in brick, cut
stone and harvested trees set upon once fertile lands. Those of
Thera as a whole seem to need one another, or most do, but I am
now certain that this very thought has become skewed. Being social
beings does not require these eyesores of disease, greed and dark
agendas that are the cities. I am not saying that everyone within
these cities are bad for thier choice. Just misguided. Can they
not feel the call of the sun, wind and earth around them. The very
things that bore them? Have they forgotten so easily? I myself was
raised within the Vale, a civilized community, but there has always
been a call to that which truly enriches us at the back of my mind.
Now that I have met the Huntress, they voice is a cacophony of
many, calling to all to pull back to simpler ways. The land has
become polluted. This, I am sure, is where vivimancy can truly
save. If I can only apply it further..

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Chapter 3

I was finally able to speak with the priestess Cytherea at some
length about the Lord of Summer and of my beliefs. I have found
the lore on Vivimancy that I sought, but somehow I just know
there is more to be found. Perhaps I will seek out Sessha and
see if I cannot spend a little more time in the lyceum reading
on it. Still what I do understand is the true foundation for all
that is out there to possibly learn. Life, the true spark of life,
is inherantly chaotic. It isn't simply a matter of strength in
survival, but in the ability to preserve and bring new life into
the mix of the pot. There is no greater example than the world
outside the cities to prove the meat of this ideal. Winter's break
to put us closer to the sun allowing the leaves to grow green once
more, rebirth, cultivation.. not only of plant an animal, but of
that which is more sentient than others. Still I cannot help but
believe that true Vivimancy does not come without risks. Through
divinity a control is set that allows life to be preserved by
the follower, but when the control is manipulated into it's most
potent form I cannot help but think of the potential for primal
counteraction. What it might include to the caller could be a
great boon or change the subject into a less viable lifeform. A
Curiosity overwhelms me though. Like a thousand tiny lives in
in the new earth, the brisk of newly fallen snow covering life
just beneath it, even the most blighted wastes of man.. waiting
on the call of nature's most powerful healing.

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Chapter 4

I began as my parents wished. A priest to bring healing to those
of Darsylon and the vale, but my knowlege was limited in the
practice. I was therefore sent to Galadon and the academy to
study amongst those where knowledge was more freely obtained.
I must admit immediately I felt dismay upon entering the city.
My true love has always been the forests. The smells, the earth,
the rain, the fragrant scents upon the wind of flowers in bloom
and the decay of the fallen leaves of the seasons on the ground.
Most of all the confining walls. Why would people intentionally
remove themselves from the life giving sun for comforts that seem
at best weakness. Extravagent. Even those of my own guild seem
to find these a pleasure, but I yearn for more. I thought perhaps
getting out of the city for a time and visiting other places might
do me some good, and in the process I could continue my learning.
I simply end up becoming an errand boy for the overprivledged.
Those spoiled by wealth and corrupted with luxury. This is not
to say I do not believe in comforts, but I am beginning to think
that my idea of comfort matches with very few I know. I did not
mind escorting the lady Maddie to meet Princess Renee, but it
seemed yet another tedious task when I felt I was meant for more.
Perhaps humility escapes me, but I believe not so much in destiny
as I do a greater purpose. A part of something bigger than just
me. It was a bit of a revelation to me when I was subject to
events that, though short lived, led me to think more on what I
wished to accomplish. My brief meeting with the priestess Cytherea,
an a skin I found fashioned from that awful humanoid troll that
commands that ragged band of orcs. I will persue both further.
Starting with this God of Summer which has piqued more than a
passing interest.

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