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	In time she came to realize the warning given to her. May no mortal come before the gods. May no one devote believe themselves above the whims of the [[Immortals]]. It is said there are no mistakes in life, only lessons. This lesson had been learned, but at a great price.		In time she came to realize the warning given to her. May no mortal come before the gods. May no one devote believe themselves above the whims of the [[Immortals]]. It is said there are no mistakes in life, only lessons. This lesson had been learned, but at a great price.
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==A Cleric's Lesson ==
''By Valkri Hygia ''

Life's little lessons are not always so little;
especially when they involve admonitions from the
eternal ones. Take for instance the fate of one
cleric ...

A proclaimed servant of Urrem'tier, the cleric had
gathered some traveling items and set sail to the
Collection of Qi to pay homage to her patron at his
temple in the city of Ratha. Testimonies declaring
the dangers of a cold altar lying outside the deity's
temple had reached the mainland and were being told
from Ilithi to Therengia. The cleric scoffed at the
stories and continued her journey to the far off city.

Reaching the island during the evening hours, the
cleric journeyed directly to the dark temple. Once
there, she raised her voice in reverent pray to her
god in front of the statue of the great scorpion. She
checked her supplies carefully, inventorying the holy
water, sacramental wine and fragrant incense that she
had carried with her from Zoluren. Satisfied that she
was properly prepared to face her god, she stepped
outside to the cold altar.

Immediately she could feel it; the gentle tugging of a
cold hand at her very essence. She gasped as she felt
her spirit slip away from her and knew that she would
not only have to be diligent, but also be quick about
her worship. Without a thought, she began cleaning
the dark altar with a portion of her holy water,
removing all signs of dust from the sacred table.
Once satisfied it was cleaned appropriately, she
recited a solemn prayer to Urrem'tier as she poured
crimson wine onto the altar in offering. Then onto
dancing and more prayer, she made each movement
deliberately and spoke each word clearly and loudly,
making sure her god was aware of her devotion.
Finishing, she stood there in front of the altar.
Wisps of the stories she had heard in Zoluren about
the forthcoming danger floated around her head and
momentarily she hesitated. Her faith was strong
however, and so she shook off the doubt and reached
her hand to the metal altar.

A euphoria filled her as her hand connected with the
metal. Never had she felt so close to the gods and
never had they been so pleased with her efforts. The
voices of the pantheon drifted to her, letting her
know they were beside her. With tear-filled eyes, she
fell to her knees in blessed exhaustion. The next
day, she traveled back to Zoluren to give her own
testimony about the greatness of the of the altar so
many feared. She returned many times to the cold
altar, displaying her devotion and receiving
blessings from her patron.

On one occasion, she had traveled to the island and
been at the altar in the middle of her rituals, when a
passerby stopped and shouted an inquiry at her. She
should have kept dancing but she did not. She should
have kept her focus on the gods, but she did not.
Instead, she turned her back to the altar to answer
the mortal. When she finished with him, she turned
back to the altar. In her heart, she knew she had
erred, but her uncommon success at the altar had
brought her to believe that she was special in some
way, and that the gods placed her above most petty
mortals. So instead of reaching out with her heart,
she reached out with her pride to touch the cold
altar.

The next second of her life turned into a marathon of
agony and despair. As her forefinger made contact
with the metal, the omnipotent hand of the dark god
reached into her and ripped her soul away with a
torturous jerk. Her death cry echoed loudly in her
head and the usual soothing she felt with loss
of life was now a desperate panic. Her spirit was
gone, as was any favor she had with the Thirteen.

Hovering over the spiritual bridge, and broken by her
own arrogance, she waited for what seemed an eternity
to be permitted into the Void. Would she be forced to
remain in this purgatory, being only allowed to travel
from one end of the bridge to the other, never being
able to walk off either end? A lifetime passed and
finally, a voice calm and infinite spoke to her. "Do
you understand?." That was all.

The next thing the cleric felt was a sudden whoosh of
air filling her lungs. Whether by divine intervention
or pure luck, another cleric had been near the area
and had found her. Shaking, she struggled to her feet
and hung her head in disgrace. She traveled back to
Zoluren without speaking. After several days of
depressed wandering, she went to an altar and recited
a simple prayer. It felt right. She continued
praying, and then danced. She felt the gods smile
upon her for her efforts and in time she reestablished
her relationship with the pantheon.

In time she came to realize the warning given to her.
May no mortal come before the gods. May no one devote
believe themselves above the whims of the Immortals.
It is said there are no mistakes in life, only
lessons. This lesson had been learned, but at a great
price.

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