The Hidden Faithful

[foaloke]

Tel’Vorondolen (The Hidden Faithful)

“Not all serve from their knees, my child. The All-Father’s will can be met through all manner of means. At times, it is the unseen measures that are most important. Do not forget this.”

The shadowy figure was stirred from his thoughts by a light gust of winter’s wind as it blew through the open window. His eyes slowly turned back to the bed at the far end of the room; the regular cadence of snoring had continued undisturbed. So much had changed in so short of time since those words were spoken. He steadied himself with a slow, deep breath. By your will…

At the bedside a rancid mixture of sweat and wine tainted the room’s air. Moonlight from the window softly highlighted the round face of the sleeping man, his mouth ajar with each fetid snore. The intruder carefully removed a small vial from one of his pouches, and then allowed a drop of the oily substance to roll from the vial’s smooth lip onto the man’s. A shudder ran through them both, one as life departed, and the other as the weight of this action was realized.

“And with these deeds come a terrible burden, but you do not carry it alone. You are tel’vorondolen, and your faith will see you through.”

[Longhorn]

Oh boy. I see that you are getting over Lupaa.