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Journals & Backgrounds / Re: Neasa Lawley: Champion of Hibernos
« on: October 19, 2019, 09:34:20 am »
Squire Teuivae's been such a blessing. Her kindness and humility have inspired me in the aftermath o' Koi's death. We had a long talk tonight, I showed her some o' my old kit, an' I felt like we were on the same page. She tol' me I looked like an angel in my old Amaunatorian armour. Then she had t'head off with Wulvarax to finish off a mission. Wulvarax has come back from his leave much more focussed an' pragmatic.
But the nightmare was back again once I lay down, and I woke up in the wee hours. I lay there wonderin' about some things... was I handlin' them the way Father McIvor would want? Or indeed, Amaunator himself? Sherina and "Pattie", training the squires, mercy-killing Arariel, my investigation into Koi's death, being the Swords' council rep, this thing with Teuivae, Menner… was I doin' any of these things remotely right? Or was I banjaxing everything like a moran? I had a bad dose o' doubt and couldn't get back t'sleep. I stumbled out o' my room and went upstairs t'the battlements.
I kneeled on the flagstones, lookin' up and prayin' to the Golden God for some guidance. The night sky was turnin' orange from the looming dawn, which only the clouds seemed to be holdin' back. A single ray o' sunlight sliced through the clouds and fell upon m'face. My skin began to glow... so hot and bright that it itched. My scalp stung, as if my hair was aflame. The clouds parted and the sunlight cuttin' through them was so bright I had to close m'eyes. Then I heard a metallic clang on the flagstones b'fore me.
I opened my eyes, and I knew I was on the right path...
But the nightmare was back again once I lay down, and I woke up in the wee hours. I lay there wonderin' about some things... was I handlin' them the way Father McIvor would want? Or indeed, Amaunator himself? Sherina and "Pattie", training the squires, mercy-killing Arariel, my investigation into Koi's death, being the Swords' council rep, this thing with Teuivae, Menner… was I doin' any of these things remotely right? Or was I banjaxing everything like a moran? I had a bad dose o' doubt and couldn't get back t'sleep. I stumbled out o' my room and went upstairs t'the battlements.
I kneeled on the flagstones, lookin' up and prayin' to the Golden God for some guidance. The night sky was turnin' orange from the looming dawn, which only the clouds seemed to be holdin' back. A single ray o' sunlight sliced through the clouds and fell upon m'face. My skin began to glow... so hot and bright that it itched. My scalp stung, as if my hair was aflame. The clouds parted and the sunlight cuttin' through them was so bright I had to close m'eyes. Then I heard a metallic clang on the flagstones b'fore me.
I opened my eyes, and I knew I was on the right path...