The Consequences of our Actions

How to Become a Pariah in 10 Easy Steps

A private letter sent to Bishop Rose Nodeki, 26th of Od, 71st Year of the Wolfen Empire

Eminence,

Consequences are interesting, especially when we are willing to live with them, even if they are unexpected. As you surely know I have effectively been banished from The Wolfen Empire. No small feat for a Prince and Hero of battle. It seems in my desire to bring peace between my kindred and yours I have sealed my fate as the Omega of the family once and for all. By parading in for the placement ceremony in full IRON CLAW regalia; I have secured my place in history and my lot in life as a pariah. My Father did come to the peace negotiation table as did the Easterns. They have struck an accord, but a very important stipulation from Father was that if I were to ever show my face again that he would consider the treaty “NULL AND VOID”. It was so important that he publicly announced it at the signing ceremony. Now I don’t feel shame or anger. Sacrifice is important for what we believe in, and I am willing to sacrifice a lot for my beliefs, it is just that…knowing that I will never be able to say goodbye to him if either of us ever goes to meet with Bennu brings a bit of sorrow for myself; and especially for my Father. I don’t know maybe he was willing to make this sacrifice also for the longevity of his kindred. I probably will never know.

I have been a good warrior to my Clan and to my Race. There is an interesting thing about being a warrior that most don’t think about or even know. The only hope you have is to accept the fact that you’re already dead. The sooner you accept that, the sooner you’ll be able to function as a warrior is supposed to function: without mercy, without compassion, without remorse. All battle depends upon it. This is how I feel now. I am already dead. This gives me peace in my Father’s decision. Now I can act as I am supposed to; fulfilling my pledge to Ra, Isis and Osiris. I also have a pledge to fulfill to myself and to my honor. I will never forget that either. I have wavered with that lately, but no more. Just because my family has abandoned me doesn’t mean I have abandoned them, my Clan, my Faith or my Honor.

One such waver happened very recently during our visit to Haven. Tiny swayed us to help with dispatching a Priest of the Dark and his ilk. He told us that they were seizing innocents loyal to the Light and sacrificing them in the name of the Dark. At first I was hesitant, but I agreed to assist since my fellow members of CrIsis were going along wholeheartedly. I guess I was going to make sure that they all returned with a conscience intact. Especially Xerx’ses, I can tell he is wavering with his honor. Now the battle was fought honorably by CrIsis and we were able to rescue a paw full of innocents from the clutches of the evil that had captured them. It turns out Tiny was acting honorably as well just in his own fashion; as one should. Xerx’ses also seemed to act honorably by attempting to bring a quick end to the skirmish by charging the enemy leadership, but we are back to consequences of our actions, even those that are not known. Caminata was engaged with one of the lesser priests and was caught in the wake of Xerx’ses bold maneuver. She fell in battle; for us warriors no greater price can be paid. The Gods must have appreciated this for when we got back to the temple with her remains and were praying to bring peace to her and her soul they mended her body and allowed her soul to return. She took in breath again with a huge gasp and leapt up. We were all pleased and grateful for her return; like I said consequences.

I apologize for being all broody and glum. Maybe I just needed to vent. I have some good tidings to share though. Master Xerx’ses has attempted to restart a very old tradition and holiday; Horus Day. After we arrived in Sekti-Abtu, rested and prepared ourselves for future battles, Xerx’ses gathered us for a dinner of fellowship and comradery. During the dinner he presented gifts to all of us in celebration of Horus. Burlap’s gift of silver bells reminded me of a very old carol that my Grandfather used to sing. I started to hum and whistle the tune. Caminata pulled out her flute and followed along. Then I started to sing; the words came rushing to me like a divine wind:

This brought great joy to us all. It inspired me to invite Caminata to a dance. While we were alone in the tavern, the beauty of our dance caused the maids to a stop working and watch. Passersby caught site of us from outside and started to gather. They soon spilled in to the tavern to see the beautiful sight. Indaris was so inspired that he broke out his new present of art supplies and painted a portrait of the two of us dancing. He titled it the Beauty and the Beast. It now resides in the temple on Sekti Abtu. The Pontiff was so gracious that he allowed an audience with us (this is how I learned of the consequences). He also is planning on continuing to resurrect the old holiday.

I hope this missive finds you well and that you receive its contents supportive.

A servant of Ra
Quingia Raulf Bozkurtlar

Raulf and Caminata pictures by AZ-Rune Art, commission him at artist@agodrebuilt.org

ALL PHOTOS TAKEN FROM OTHER PAGES IN A GOD REBUILT