KelWyn

[Colombina]

"Why, lost causes are the only ones worth fighting for."

[Brossk]

In the language of Vani, Brossk speaks...
"Oh, fair goddess, grant me your blessings. I am humbled by a life of dirt. My family was taken on the day my little Kirar made a wooden effigy of your sign.

I'm but a lowly man whom could do well in this world if granted being your champion. This language I speak is the language of my loves, and with them, I plead. Grant me your power to be used to help those like myself that I might be your champion. Oh, lady of the hopeless endeavors,
I give you my allegiance, let my prayers be heard."

[Jantys Vane]

In Common, Jantys prays quietly from his bed in the Syliran Squire Dormitories...
"I don't pray very often. When you're looking through the bottom of a bottle, you don't usually see any gods, and any you do see are probably fake. After all, there ain't a god of alcohol or anything, at least, not one that I've heard of... So what do you pray for?

"I found what to pray for, though. Myself. Here I am, trying to make myself into something, something worthy of being looked at and respected. I'm trying to give myself a second chance, since I botched the first one so petching well. But second chances are the gifts of gods, they aren't the area of mortals. So that is what I ask for, what I pray for. Because every day I can feel myself slipping backwards, getting complacent, losing the sobriety and sanity that I've managed to take hold of for a few scant months. And I can't stand it.

"You are the twin gods of lost causes. Well, here I am, the most misplaced and least missed cause in all of Sylira. If you find me worthy, please, assist me. Help me be strong."

[Merevaika]

9th Fall 515 The Sea of Grass Thread "KelWyn, please. Oh gods, twin gods of lost causes, help me, help me please. Am I not a lost cause? Help me, for I need you to." She bit her tongue, trying not to think of the lion that was watching her. "Am I worthy of your help? I will fight to the end, but I want you with me. Make me strong, help me through this. "Kel, Wyn, may you stay forever strong. Let me stay a lost cause, and not a dead one."

[Sentalia]

I feel lost before I've even begun
I feel like language is a strange and scary power. I came to shore by myself naked and cold. I was welcomed by creatures and knew their names by heart. I knew what words to call them. But then I saw the great mass of vegetation and saw an ocean more terrible than the one that bore me, a magnificent labyrinth of countless words, a tapestry of nameless stars whose names cry out at me. I see that they can be borne by sign and writ. I know these words but not the names of the numberless flowers and fruits of the jungle. I see silent poetry written everywhere, terrible and beautiful and vibrant, proud, grateful, a great many qualities all elegantly scrawled yet unbeknownst to me. I am as lost to the great garden of words as the first grains of sand that caressed me are to my recollection. There is so much written in the breath of the trees, the leaves which dance with the rising sun and sing their longing for moonlight. I am an orphan to knowledge in a living library which pens to its pages the song of life.

How will I find my way to sense and understanding with a million knots to untie? How many breaths to I have loaned to me before I too, like the forest-pig, shall die? How many stars who adore the full moon dare I count and name in the sky?

Sometimes rhymes come and go and sometimes I feel like a wilting flower, still sweet, yet become sickly so, almost pungent in its prettiness, full of the poetry of those who are dying yet still alive, as I feel when the weird and wonderous chasm of living and unknown words opens up in my mind. I don't know where to start with knowing them all; I am a coward before my task of knowing in the fearsome face of time.

Even in my virginal ignorance may I advance, may that intelligence of the lost and confounded come find me and lay upon my action and intellect its unreserved blessings, that I may be less alien to the breadth and beauty of this world.