~Notes of the Deathbound~
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Random Page of the Libram, Deathbound
_Life, death, life, death. It flows in an endless line. Mortals strive for immortality, we strive to not lose our loved ones, to not lose ourselves for our loved ones sakes. We create new life, with those we love most.
And yet, some of us, are torn. Be it by dictates of our chosen path, or by the obsession to attain immortality at any cost. I live my life, the path of a Doomguide, tasks to do, a path to follow. And yet, should that be put on hold, to bring new life into the world? Or should it be risked, letting that new life be in the hands of the Judge.
Such confusing thoughts, and nobody can give me an unbias answer. I ask those not of the faith, they tell me that I will not be punished for protecting this life, I ask those of the faith, they tell me it is in the hands of the gods, and that I should trust that. I want to ask him, and yet, I fear he wont understand.
The walking death do not wait, and yet, he will tell me the answer I want to hear. Whatever that may be.
My love, split, between things too important to comprehend. He that sits above and watches, he who sits beside me and watches and the one that is yet to be living, growing, strengthening, the one I will love with another as a family. Such feelings, tearing, Destroying of a pious soul, clouding of a clear mind. Family, faith, feelings confused, love not being wasted, and yet, spread thin. It is hard, but, those whom I love, and who love me, guide me through this, I should trust them.. I should..
Life, death, life, death. It flows in an endless line…_
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Infection and Infestation, page of the Libram, Deathbound
_Life, death, life, death. It flows in an endless line. Infection, infestation. Suffocation of Life. The tombs, they swell with the abominations of Kelemvor. Their power never falters, our stance the same. We stand amongst them, cutting them down, felling their dark energies. Yet more stand.
Altars that are pure darkness, to absorb the light, awaken the dead. Righteous fire but slows it. Never destroys it. Darkness surrounds it. Protects it. Knights we are, standing against the oncoming dark, against the oncoming death and decay. Allies we have, few and far between. Fighting alone, fighting together. We do what we must, not faltering, not failing. Never afraid of the final blow that will come.
Death, tis but a wish of mine, to not be drawn into unlife. Infection, could destroy the one inside me, before my babe has a chance to live. others tell me what I know, assuming me to be stupid. Ridiculing in public, instead of a friend coming in private.
This place, no place for a child, but, likely, where is a place for a child in this world. No where, Id say, and anywhere else at the same time…
Life, death, life, death. It flows in an endless line..._
