A Vindicators Belief

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[!] A bundle of writings was found within the library of the Brotherhood of Virtue.

 

A Vindicators Belief

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Those that follow the path of the sunlight lord choose that of two paths. Both in turn reveal the true  sense of nature in one’s self within that very choice. My own walk upon this path has been that of self worth, selfish at first perhaps to search out a purpose for myself but I was young. Now as I feel my body begin to wither and weaken like I have feared I write this for the next generation of my brethren that may read upon it. 

 

The path of the Hunter is forever to pursue one’s own senses of greed. A lust for the destruction of one’s enemy, a drive to wipe their existence from the plain we swear to destroy. This is where I believe the fall of our order truly lies, we are known as killers amongst those we wish to protect. Whilst I state this it cannot be ignored that our enemies often hide amongst these very same Descendants we wish to protect. Perhaps it is just my age that has molded my mind in this way, but our current age is far from golden. Where the common man searches out some form of brigand to deal with some abomination of dark ilk.

 

I was raised as a boy who knew he was lucky to live, breath, and feel the world around him. When I should have died I was taken in sheltered with warmth. While that warmth could only be described as fading it is in turn what wrote my path. 

 

The path of the Protector is forever and should be followed only by those that value another’s life over their own. Whilst the very thing that makes us Descendant can often prevent us from following this, when one falters they must return to the path and repent. When one becomes a Vindicator they are asked to sacrifice that which is most valuable. Some perceive this as the notion of something physical in form when in truth it is the very being of the paladin that must be offered. Not some petty bounty collected, but one’s entire being. Their cause must be to live and breathe for the lives of another. To cast their soul into the far over in the chance that they may save others from that same damned fate. 

 

One is blessed with the gifts of the Sunlight Lord not to hide and preserve themselves, but to use them in the protection of others. For they cannot defend themselves against that which is vile and seeks chaos.

 

The order must remain absolute, as is called upon us all. “The sun must not set” rings within my mind, for this single phrase from the elders reveals the true truth of the matter. The reins of chaos are beheld by many within our realm, if the sun sets order will be lost. With that a long night will come.

 

That being stated, I do not think that the sun will truly ever give out. Yes it may wain and weaken, but as long as there are those that will continue to rise embolden by His embers it will brighten and rise. For that is as he has decreed upon us, if worn or bruised, shattered or broken, we rise once more. For we are His chosen and without that we are naught.

 

His chosen span to many, though in truth perhaps the path is not meant for all Descendant kind. Upon my years of work those that are often the first to die are those sons of Horen. Laying down their lives for that which is right. Ever since I was a young acolyte I noted the Lord’s fondness of Elven kind, few have lived up to my sought expectation. Most lacking in faith towards what they owe so much too. Perhaps that simply is a byproduct of their long lives.

 

My biases aside, I pose a final statement for those that may come across my writings. Forgive the jumbled order, I was never that of a writer. Put faith within our Lord, be emboldened by His path. It is a hard one if you decide to walk down such. Do not fear that you may falter for there is always a path back upon that which one has fallen from.

 

Signed, Nikolai Josef van Wick
Arknight of The Sunlit Path

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Spoiler

OOC: Only members of the Brotherhood of Virtue are able to read this document in roleplay.

 

[BasicDoctor 91]

The pages of the thesis laid read, restraightened upon the desk in the library, and meditated upon. A man was left in a hover above them, a single page left pinched between his palm, index, and thumb, as he remained leaned forward in the chair, in a ponder. The man spoke, "The path of one and the path of another..." Silence soon followed after this, there was a weight to his voice, roughened and sonorous. "A blind man sees only his path, a man with vision sees them all, but one with foresight knows which is the right path." The bundle of papers was tied once more, the chair pushed in, and a pondering man was left imparted with the philosophy of one who knew where to walk.