Nightwind’s home

As I stepped into Chiara’s great temple, I could already feel her presence. Our lady is everywhere and anywhere. You can already feel that Chaos does not reign here. Here is peace. Here is solace. Here is silence. Here is death. I am Home.

I clear my mind and the all too familiar words soothe my troubled mind and soul …

From the void of chaos all things are made, and to where one day, all things will return…

I kneel on the pedestal … my eyes have already reminded me of the surroundings. Large chandeliers allow only a dim light to pierce the silence. One does not need to speak here, for every sound reverberates like a thunder throughout the room. One can go unseen, but not unheard. This is the place of the opposites and of balance.

I struggle within, for I know why I’m here … and so does she. I kneel under the burden of my mind, I kneed under the burden of the years and years in which I’ve struggled in the eternal fight between Chaos and Order. Following Her, my dark secret emerges … I am an assassin. I mastered the art of the cloak and dagger, yet rarely used it. I stand between Chaos, Death, Order and Life, holding the poisoned dagger in one hand and the antidote in the other. I am Pain. I am Darkness.

My prayer never ceases while images of my past deeds emerge from darkest memory. I know who I am. I remember. I betrayed Moswen, I have seeded Chaos then. I have fought Chaos himself. I know who I am. All the events of the past shaping my very own being, I can feel the power of Time, tearing me from within, releasing my Self from the shackles of the Past. I am Here. I am Now.

I serve thee, Goddess. I serve thee and no one else. My blade sings your song. My blood writes your lyrics on the bodies of thy enemies. Syree’s enemies. There will be no Solace for thy enemies, while my own Solace shall be found only here.

I am here bearing one wish only. Let me rise … let me become thy Omen, thy Harbinger, a shield against Chaos. Let me rise thy Paladin …