Sgrios Mass: The Lifeless Lands

I spent nearly five cycles sequestered in the quiet darkness of my chambers. During that time I was lost to the world, trapped in the labyrinth of the mind as I explored the ethereal realm in my meditations. To all, even perhaps to myself, I seemed to have entered a unique stage of death. My bodily functions ceased. I no longer hungered, I no longer ached. My heart stopped circulating blood and, though the things around me continued to decay, my body remained. For Aislings, this is quite common, especially for those who have walked this land for a considerable time, slipping into these extended states of unbeing are expected, and at times even encouraged. When I awoke and realized exactly how many deochs I had lost to this slumber, I was shocked and dismayed, for I knew that once I consulted the Aisling census, the names of those I loved and cherished would more than likely be absent from the waking sparks of today’s Temuair. The few faces I recognized were my anchor to the past ...