Vilorlith passage 1: sec 45

Purpose

This passage would seem to be discussing some ending. Of what we are unsure, what we do know is that they speak about the world as if it has changed in some way. As if the world the author lived in was in a pseudo stasis, being added by some benevolent entity. We also have one of our few references for the The Namoux speaking about a specific subgroup of their Culture. While only a reference in the original document, this is the only reference we have to a group of people and or creatures called: The Brownies.

While we are unsure of the history of this piece, we do feel a sense of foreboding. Almost as if there is something that was lost.

Though seen by very few, few still that have any semblance of what is going on here. In this humble scholar's opinion; seeing as this is one of the last piece writen in the journel filled with the Namixian Faith, I'd like to believe that this passage is meant to be encouraging. What I mean is this, the constant reference of they still stand, despite having lost this "Mother" this "Her", despite watching the world burn around them. They still stand.

It is what I would like to believe, though I have a far large collection of evidence to make this contrary. This was the end of something, Though I do find it interesting that many of our legends speaking about the Dawn of Truths, almost ubiquitoius reference this burning darkend world before the gods appeared. Though these "Brownies" seem to not see it as a new dawn, but a fate they are forced to endure. "We watched a poisoned sun rise"...

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Vilorlith passage 1: sec 45

Skies cracked and broken
Ephemeral gossamer that falls like tears to the ground
An echo of our own sentiment, our mother fallen
The orphans left to the world.

For though we stand, our skin boils
For though we survive, we suffer
For though we live, we are dead
The Brownies, her children, a being no longer.

Made Martyrs, for the sin of being her children
Fault our own only to the degree that we stood by her
The wind halted it's journey across the skies
The grass grew cold and silent

The flames on the eastern horizon
A sunrise naught.
Yet here we stand, orphaned, abandoned to this world
As our brethren fled, the curse steeped deep into our beings.

Yet here we stand, to one day
To hang onto the desperate cry
That one day
We will see her stars again.

Forbearance well practiced
Ingenuity to hold onto
As we watched the world turn dark and burn
We watched a poisoned sun rise on foreign skies.

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Type

Text, Religious

Medium

Metal

Myth

Dawn of Truths

Location

Kingdom Of Galus