*This book appears to be a journal of sorts, a series of white paper wrapped in a cover of soft leather and secured with a piece of string and button. It can be found on a shelf in Cordor at the Chapel of Lathander.


This world is every changing. Rulers rise to power, then fade away into history. Wars come, tearing their way into our lives and leaving scars across the lands and in the hearts of those that lose loved ones in them. People change, sometimes for the better, sometimes for the worse.

There is one thing though that remains, a bastion of consistency that we can draw strength from; The Morning Lord. Each dawn he rises greeting us with open arms, warming our bodies and hearts, and each night he sets, painting the sky in vibrant hues as he waves goodbye. Our Lord ever watches over us, when we see him, and when we do not.

When the clouds of life cover our skies, we can still feel him just beyond sight, watching over us. And when the night comes we wait patiently, eagerly awaiting his rebirth.

Also, in this way or emotions do not stagnate, we align ourselves to his arrival and departure. If he was ever present we would grow apathetic to the miracle that he represents. Rejoice in rebirth, mourn in life's ending, but mourn knowing that rebirth is just around the corner.

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Fel'Brin - I am one with the shadows