Rev. Krasskova has written another fierce excresence regarding the actions of the Despoilers. As ever, it's potent stuff.
When I first read of the Despoilers' crimes, it wasn't rage I felt--at least, not my rage. A howl rose up from my ancestral court, the generations of souls who endured the Great Sundering, forced to bear witness, wrested away from their holy places, their histories re-written, their languages ground into mere handfuls of words, meaningless sounds.
They grieve at this horrid recreation of murder, genocide, and forced eradication, this display of mortal hubris that trumpets that IT alone can determine what is holy, what is treasured, what is of value.
They grieve, half-mad from pain, and all the light and sweet scents I can offer do little to sooth them.
How DARE these creatures disrupt the peace of the Dead? How dare they raise their impious hands to their foremothers and forefather?
There will be ritual done here to comfort the grieving, there will be denunciation with all the power I can muster.
Though we lack the words, the vocabulary to express the magnitude of this crime, which is not limited to a geographical place or even measurable time, there are still words.
Bards were often feared for their curses. Master Taliesin, show me the way
When I first read of the Despoilers' crimes, it wasn't rage I felt--at least, not my rage. A howl rose up from my ancestral court, the generations of souls who endured the Great Sundering, forced to bear witness, wrested away from their holy places, their histories re-written, their languages ground into mere handfuls of words, meaningless sounds.
They grieve at this horrid recreation of murder, genocide, and forced eradication, this display of mortal hubris that trumpets that IT alone can determine what is holy, what is treasured, what is of value.
They grieve, half-mad from pain, and all the light and sweet scents I can offer do little to sooth them.
How DARE these creatures disrupt the peace of the Dead? How dare they raise their impious hands to their foremothers and forefather?
There will be ritual done here to comfort the grieving, there will be denunciation with all the power I can muster.
Though we lack the words, the vocabulary to express the magnitude of this crime, which is not limited to a geographical place or even measurable time, there are still words.
Bards were often feared for their curses. Master Taliesin, show me the way