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A smell of bitter wades into the pine forests, and between the lively timber and prickly leaves sat a Prisgoth, humming lowly beneath the breath, attempting to commune to something … a religious practice, no doubt. 

 

Yet all dissolved with a mere grumble, as still the pine casually sung their day-to-day. It unexpectedly stung that man with a layer of annoyance; it was a problem, how uncontrolled they were, overlapping with the hope of prophecy from his Vehement Father. For years, it seemed no matter what, a voice struggled to be heard–instead overlapped by the nothingness cheer  and growth, diluted into worthless reach with no prize to appease. 

 

And only then, that proud Chieftain released his defeat in a mere breath; releasing such pride, like it were nothing at all to begin with. 

 

He wished for reformation, a dismantlement of their once-sacred ways turned into unending waves that carried driftwood more than shiny pearls. 

 

And only then, nature gave him his deserved revelation.

Become one, with the Tree; infuse into the soil, and know what it is like to be all-knowing.



 

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[!]  ‘cross the lands of Nevaehlen, this particular missive practically dressed every notice board. 


 

To those of Nevaehlen,

 

For years now I’ve found myself lost again, trapped in the never-ending cycle of self-journey and discovery of my person. And for this time, I find difficulty in hearing the Father’s voice, let alone speaking my own. A loss in faith and belief has tanked my once-adamant soul, and with this I feel no shame–only excitement for what knowledge catches my eye next; for to be an Elf, is to be endless in the strive of wisdom, alongside intelligence.

 

I relinquish my responsibilities as your High Priest, and give hopes that you’ll find another to replace a figure as great as I. 


 

Blessings,

The Bog Druid

 

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I’m really glad to have been able to gain this title, it really made me feel validated and proved that I was helping Nevaehlen enough to be given such a placement in the community.

But also, I’ve found myself quickly losing motivation and seeing no reason to push my efforts on being a good High Priest when the community I’m serving feels so unappeasable.

 

Nonetheless, I’m grateful for the opportunity, and genuinely do give nothing but my thanks.
:3 <3

 

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Far, far away, deep within the depths of a murky cavern, an elf whose name bore little meaning anymore smiled.

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Sonna couldn't help but frown as she read the missive, but she nodded all the same; indeed, she felt a deep sense of kinship and understanding for her nephew's plight.

 

"There is strength in knowing when to step down."

 

The Matriarch commented to herself, preparing a letter to the Once-High Priest,

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