Prudence's Links
Our paths have not crossed since Scithius. It is a tragedy what truly happened to Principal, though I cannot say I would have made the same decisions as him.
Prudence, an old acquaintance of mine. Complications within the spiritual realm have made paying him a visit...difficult. I do wonder of his current state, has he been faring well as of late?
To be stripped of life's moments, yet judging souls for theirs? The duty of a Hamekoru is one I respect, but one I do not envy.
Prudence would have made a finer successor than that lopsided tiger, though I understand his reluctance of the position. Still, a shame it is.
Grief-stricken, wrought by rage, and pulled down by the fearful masses in a terrible storm. Having known control thine whole existence, stripped away in a flash of lightning. The rumbling of thunder echoes your sorrow. Do not falter, Scithius, the burden was not yours to shoulder alone.
We would visit his domain often with Principal, more pleasant than that of Unethel, might I add. I remember his glowing coat descending from the clouds with such exuberance. His way of words embroidered with golden silk. I hope they honored his death with the same grandeur of his life.
There are few experiences I will remain but a stranger to, one being a widowed and mourning mother. She demonstrated true restraint and understanding in the face of despicable adversity. You have paved the future with thine best hands. Rest well, Valeminor.
Scarcely did the upmost spirits convene in the mortal realm, if at all. I would hear the most praise about Prudence from my love. He mentioned something about them being "like a father he never had." Oh, he never fails to make me chuckle.
Virtues were forbidden to bear descendants, an obligation that fared little importance to me. However indulgent it may be, I shall not allow the orphaned of my friends to be led astray. I will personally see to it that Cirrus is healthy and purposeful in his last life, as I would one of my own.
Ah, I am humbled to be able to meet with any of the Virtues, even more so with Prudence themselves. Others say that they are the most distant of the Virtues, though I don't quite see that? Maybe I am mistaken in believing his personal summons are affectionate.
I am no prophet, only one who has lived a hundred lives. Stranger to No Being, the sorcerer carries with him an ultimatum yet to be fully realized.
I met with Prudence once, hoping to be provided with some answers. Left no wiser, of course. But there was something unnerving and...familiar about them. As if they weren't entirely there.
Selflessness in purity is scarce and admirable all the same. Ramsilon Heryshaf, your purpose is writ in blood, a cycle of protecting those you love.
Head of Virtues. Never seen them, but Cirrus says they are kind. I believe him.
Sharp as expected of the Exodus's spearhead. Dull your blade no more, so long as the identity you seek to be aligns with which you are.
The head of the Virtues? Absent, if you ask me. Cirrus however, is a reminder that they exist. Somewhere.
Pity, being cast out for simply carrying out one's duties as one was born for. Have you found new purpose, or have you remained adamant in staying a familiar, Omen?
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Thy crossroads branch like an elm tree, swaying your leaves in between the cold fingers of the breeze. Winter comes to usher eternity, with or without you.
Looks like it's got eyes in Valethen, too. There's no use hiding, is there?
The question asks whether it is of charisma or if it is of deception. Are thee the folly you weave? Only a few such as he can revel in it.
De bossman? That vud be me. Vat you say no?