Undrask
Scholar
In battle, anger is our ally. It bolsters our hearts and drives our blades with more strength. Anger purifies our mind of guilt, of regret, of fear. It is a great tool, and a tool that should be readily used by those who fight, and especially those who fight for their lives. I do not begrudge anger, nor do I diminish it's use or purpose.
I ask only that you let it go when the time is right.
Those members of the Wraith tribe are now dead, as well as every other Vansir within the Reclaim whose spirits could not bear the burden of another death. I watched, from not but a few feet away, as the Wraith tribe's leader was Obliterated. Whatever justice any man could want is done. They are all dust in the wind now, and we are safe from any further aggression that you may have feared. And so, in this knowledge, help me to forgive them.
Help me to forgive their anger, their pride, their madness. Help me to understand their suffering and forgive their mistakes. Help me to see their lives and cherish them, though now they are gone. Help me to remember the spirit of a tribe, of the people, that are now dead and gone forever. Help me bury the Wraith Tribe and any other members of the Vansir who refused to join them. They all, each and every one, deserve our love and respect by burning and scattering their ashes.
These men and women, as misguided as they may have been, shed their blood defending the lands they loved and defended the things they held dear. Think about how we all so fervently cling to those things we love and defend and imagine if some other force was to come in and strip us of our loves for those things which we held dear. Would you not at least want them to pay homage to your efforts? To forgive you for your perceived misgivings?
This is our last chance to forgive the Wraith. Let us lay them to rest with the respect we ourselves would wish to have. Join me in burning the Last of the Vansir and commit them back to the Earth.
I ask only that you let it go when the time is right.
Those members of the Wraith tribe are now dead, as well as every other Vansir within the Reclaim whose spirits could not bear the burden of another death. I watched, from not but a few feet away, as the Wraith tribe's leader was Obliterated. Whatever justice any man could want is done. They are all dust in the wind now, and we are safe from any further aggression that you may have feared. And so, in this knowledge, help me to forgive them.
Help me to forgive their anger, their pride, their madness. Help me to understand their suffering and forgive their mistakes. Help me to see their lives and cherish them, though now they are gone. Help me to remember the spirit of a tribe, of the people, that are now dead and gone forever. Help me bury the Wraith Tribe and any other members of the Vansir who refused to join them. They all, each and every one, deserve our love and respect by burning and scattering their ashes.
These men and women, as misguided as they may have been, shed their blood defending the lands they loved and defended the things they held dear. Think about how we all so fervently cling to those things we love and defend and imagine if some other force was to come in and strip us of our loves for those things which we held dear. Would you not at least want them to pay homage to your efforts? To forgive you for your perceived misgivings?
This is our last chance to forgive the Wraith. Let us lay them to rest with the respect we ourselves would wish to have. Join me in burning the Last of the Vansir and commit them back to the Earth.