Can you imagine what it would've been like growing up in that place? Endless training. No privacy. Facing scorn wherever I looked. I can very easily imagine I needed somewhere to escape to, if I was to survive. Nocturne and I must've come here a lot. We probably had plenty we wanted to hide from. Anyway, I think that little hideaway helped shape who I am, as much as any sermon or training did. Funny the things that influence you.

You detect the gentlest of presences disturbing the temple's ancient, stale air. It seems to encircle Shadowheart, welcoming her.

So he has spoken, and so thou standest before me. Right, as always.

I know you have your doubts, but this is the only way the story ends. Nothing you can do can change that. Your friends on the outside? They're controlled by fear. They don't understand.

Whenever there is a meeting, a parting is sure to follow. However, that parting need not last forever...Whether a parting be forever or merely for a short time...That is up to you.

FAITH SEED ☆ THE SIREN

solavellan: faerûn edition

The Dead Three plague the world still. The city still falls prey to small minds like Gortash, or lost souls like Orin. It is every Harper's hope to be a light that drives out darkness. But I've lived long enough to see so many of those lights burn out, while the shadows cling stubbornly on. Knowing that - isn't it our duty to burn on if we can? To fight for as long as we are able?

You don't take much shore leave, do you, LT?

The flowing river changes. It is still a river. I am still me. 🌺

You are the first human Spectre, Commander. This is a great accomplishment for you and your entire species.

I must've let my mind wander. Enough for you to wander in.

I don't need the stars, Gale. I have you.