Sgrios Shambler

  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 ...

I never suspected I'd touch pen to parchment in this hallowed book again. It seemed that my era had come to an end, and I longed for the embrace of our Lord, to leave these lands and stand by his side. So long has my heart been closed to the whispers of Temuair that I feel almost a stranger in a strange land: once more everything seems new and unfamiliar. Perhaps chiefly among those things I struggle to recognize is my own being. Since I entered my slumber over forty-five Deochs have passed, and in that time an entire generation has been supplanted by new names, new faces and new accomplishments - nearly all of them strangers to me, which surely means that my name and my face are at most relics from some distant past, and my congregation has scattered like spores to the wind. During the length of my mediation I have been contacted a number of times - either by those concerned with the lack of leadership in the temple, or forgotten souls passing through their old haunts and seeking...