Sgrios Shambler

How many deaths will befall me throughout the course of my life? I mean not those physical deaths at the hands of enraged and powerful beasts, but of the deaths of self; those moments in which we feel a piece of ourselves shatter and fall away? I speak not of how my mood might shift in the hours between breaking my fast and retiring to my chamber for sleep, but rather the pivotal breaks in our personality where something within us is completely and oftentimes painfully abandoned.   All of us here have experienced at least one death of self; as we walk these enlightened paths, it is important to remember that we all started our lives as mundanes. When we sparked to our new lives, one by one we drop the trappings of our humble existence and replace hay fork with sword, our blistered hands reach for wands instead of hoes. There is no grieving for the old self, very few of us, when we discover our sparks, even remember the days we spent toiling in the field. We feel ...

Are we at home in the shadows? It seems a strange thing to consider, seeing as how we are, ourselves, beings of the light, but one must stop and consider why it is that darkness can yield such welcome rewards.   The sun is the progenitor of our living security; we have only to look to the clear day sky to see that we thrive in the light. Plants take from it their sustenance and we, in one way or another, take from them. We are provided with warmth, with joyous illumination by which we might read a book, explore a dense wood or gaze upon the beauty of our lover’s face.   But what of it when the light becomes oppressive? When we wish the shut our eyes and escape into dreams, or the landscape before us is hideous and warped and we wish not to be shown in such clear focus the horrors? What of the times we wish to be unseen, ourselves, or seek a shroud of privacy for matters we would keep secret? Yet, still, what are we to do when the warming sun proceeds rel...

By what metric do I measure the potency of my life? I’m not talking about the unrelenting deochs that count my age, or the health I risk against the spells and blades of my enemies. How is it that I measure the true fervor of my waking days? The mighty warrior would argue that the thrill of battle brings fresh blood to the surface, while the scholar might posit that the miracles that comes from seeking hidden knowledge is the spark’s way of making it’s presence known. While I feel the euphoria in both of these situations, there is not quite such a passion as the fire that burns in my hips when I lay with my lover.   This double-moon’s topic of discussion gave me great pause as to how I should approach it. While we are all, for the most part, adults here, I still feel a sense of taboo when discussing issues of sex and sexuality. Should I deliver my sermon through thinly veiled innuendo, dance around it as the fae dance around a rosebush? Should I leave it unaddres...

The Shrine of Sgrios is proud to welcome a number of new initiates to our faith this Deoch; please join me in welcoming these fresh souls and make yourself available to teach and aid them along their path. Abantes  Alphamega George Healbash Jwin Karuga Neferon NotVorlof Roah Socrates Vasha

Not long ago we discussed the importance of decay in the natural world. The world is alive right now, and so rich is it’s bounty -- the cycle of death and life is working overtime to keep up. Fruit swells on the vine, then drops to the darkness below to nourish and provide as it rots. But we, as Aislings, do not live entirely in the physical realm. We have been blessed with a spark, with divine inspiration. We are able to employ our free will and imaginations to manifest our dreams; our minds are more powerful than the destructive force of the mighty Creants. Deoch placed great faith in us to honor us with this incredible gift.   We, Aislingkind, are powerful and we shape the world as we move through it. Our swords feed the earth on the remains of the dead and in turn She gifts us with continued life. This is a tenuous and complicated balance of ecosystems which are so entwined that famine or feast on one side of Temuair are echoed across the country. It’s easy f...

A Sgrios Mass from Paramour & Vaegar Vaegar's Sermon A hearty hello to all who have managed to join us today. My name is Vaegar Kael'thas. Our wonderful Lady Paramour has asked me to assist in mass this day, and it is beyond my honour to do so. Many Deochs ago, I was a priest of Glioca, but I had felt a deeper part of me calling to a different purpose. At the time I could not place a finger on it, but as the time went on, the feeling seemed to get stronger and stronger. Finally, a brush with death had let me meet our Lord Sgrios for the first time, and that is when it all became clear to me. For in my fear and time of need, my Goddess was nowhere to be found to me, but I felt reassured still. I had finally found the source of this deeper feeling I had been feeling. It was Sgrios, catering to the darkness inside my soul. Although there were no words spoken aloud, I had a deep conversation of enlightening with Sgrios. From that moment on, I knew my purpose...

I spend so many of my waking hours here in these ruins that it often feels, by the time I emerge, I have completely forgotten what it feels like to walk in the light of the day. Days, sometimes entire weeks pass in this candle-lit chamber as I sit at my humble desk troubling my eyes with some document or another. On the occasions that I have to leave the safety of the temple -- usually to fetch some dusty tome from the capital -- I'm often surprised to find that time has pressed it's influence on the world without regards to those of us who toil in the darkness.   So imagine my surprise, then, to find when I stepped out of this castle that the world has exploded with vibrant life and color. The barren arms of the old elms, looking as forlorn as the skeletal condemning arms of a corpse are now green harbors for the small, innocent critters of the woods. Where the grey hopeless skies of winter once reigned overhead is now a vast blue frontier of possibility. Po...