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~*~ Atop A Hill ~*~

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Father Hamish stands on a hill, his poorly woven brown wool and fur monk robes draped around him, devoid of any ornament or flair of the more prestigious rankings in the Faith’s servants.

 

“Gather around, sheep; for the Sheppard of all life brings message.”

 

“In the most recent years of late, I have noticed substantial abuse of the divine word, and the foul and sinful invoking of the Creators name. It is good to be pious, devoted and in awe of the Creator, but without love, you have nothing. It is true and fair to follow the scriptures, the scrolls and the saints, but without love, nothing. The Creator did not solely bring Mankind into the world, but a great host of other living things, Elves, Dwarves, and Orcs; every tree, every rock and every last thing we see and cannot see, was made by the Creators will.”

 

“And what is the Creators will? To love, care and nurture one another, for we are all the Creators children. Yes, Politics and Misunderstanding may lead to hate and intolerance, but the truly devoted must see past this, to see the true beauty in all life, not just the creation of man.”

 

“Of all I have to say, I say this last.”

 

“Dearly beloved, if the Creator so loved us, we ought also to love one another.”

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"Heresy!"

Ser Rymeul shouts, slaying the apostate priest with one mighty swing of his sword.

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A man, far from this and away from prying ears, hears of these words.

 

"Aye, the truth. The Creator hates none and loves all save those who would bring ruin to Creation. If mankind is indeed the chosen race, then surely we must show compassion to our brethren rather than the sword. If humanity is truly foremost among the Creator's children, as the Orenian Church teaches, should we not treat our lesser brothers, if they are indeed lesser, with mercy and the grace expected of God's chosen rather than petulant children who pick on those weaker than ourselves?"

 

The man sighs to the lake before him.

 

"I know not what the Creator wills, nor can any man. He who professes to know the will of the divine unknowable is a fool... but it will not prevent people from sullying His name to satisfy their own hate."

 

He goes back to fishing.

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