Closed [Temple of All Gods] For A Lost Soul (Solin)

[Perplexity]

78th of Summer 513 AV 12th Bell Zulrav had paid a visit to Syliras…and what a visit it was. The majority of the fortress city’s population had taken refuge within their homes, safe in the knowledge that not even the fearsome storms of 512 had been able to shake the walls of the great Stormhold Citadel. Even so, there were few who did not become wary of Zulrav’s fury when He unleashed His wrath upon the lands. These were the thoughts that passed through the mind of Morian Devan, one of the many keepers of the Temple of All Gods. He walked quietly around the main hall of the temple lighting candles as the skies continued to darken and the winds howled with scarcely contained fury. With practiced reverence he brought the long matchstick in his hand up to the wick of an unlit candle. Cupping his hand around the top of the candle he brought the matchstick to the wick until it caught flame. As he turned away from the candelabra he was reminded of a bit of wisdom that the great Glav Navik once imparted to him. A small sermon he’d received when he was a younger soul. He had been little more than a boy malcontent with his duties around the temple. “Candles, serve a greater purpose than anyone truly realizes. They and the light they shed in the darkness act as a beacon to the weary and the lost. On dark days do you not feel the welcoming pull of a candle upon a windowsill? Are you not comforted by its steadfast flame? Light the candles my friend, and light them with reverence and a gentle hand.” From that day forward Morian had gone about lighting the candles within the temple as if each one were a Watchtower. He approached another candelabra ready to do the same when the doors to the Temple opened ushering in the winds of Zulrav. Morian paused turning his attention to the great entrance of the temple. He was curious to note that though the flames upon the many candles within the temple flickered not a one of them went out. “An omen of good fortune, perhaps?” He set those thoughts aside as his attention was directed toward the individual pushing the heavy oak door closed.

[Solin]

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