Sgrios Mass: Our Sparks Returned
It's an all too common narrative: a group of
adventurers meet an untimely end and, upon reawakening at the inn of
their home town, curse the day Sgrios darkened our land for the
disfiguring scar he left in their lapse in mortality. How sad that these
eager aislings curse the name of their own savior rather than exalt His
name; for it is only through his gracious compassion that most of us
are able to stand here today, alive with our sparks still burning as
bright as the day Deoch ignited them.
Aye, stop a moment to consider the fate that should
await those who fall in battle should Sgrios fail in his servitude.
Consider, please, that those who visit our Lord in His realm have, by no
fault of Sgrios, just died! Yes, it is our hubris, our overconfidence,
our eagerness to achieve glory that drives us into these accursed dens
of peril and yet, when we fail to match our opponents and fall in
battle, it is Sgrios we blame when we awaken to fight once more.
Before you submit to your urge to curse the name of
your savior next time you are revived, stop a moment and think of the
glorious miracle of which you have been the recipient. Give a moment of
silent reflection to the notion that you have been saved from an
eternity of suffering at Chadul’s hands by Temuair’s true deity of
compassion, Sgrios. It is by his fragile, clawed hands that our sparks
are returned to our bodies and should all we have by way of
disfigurement is a mark upon our bodies, then praise His name that you
have not lost more as you pass between realms.
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