Speech: Fiddy on Soul Death

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Summary

Parosh Dilarik, on behalf of his High Priestess, Fidelia gave a speech about how people should not be deeming soul death permissible. In fact, no one, save the Religious Council can, or should, make that decision. He then discusses the Shamibelian soul-muder and that when soldiers are left behind on the battlefield, Firans must return their bodies -- or we are no better than the goats.

Speech Text

Parosh made a speech on Firan time: 01:06:04 PM on Wed May 25, in the year 38 A.U. titled 'Fiddy On Soul Death' in Anarinuell: Bear District -- Ista Aldrik Estate and got 4 successes. Those present were Parosh and Fidelia. The speech was:

Hi! I'm here with a scroll that Lady Proxy Priestess Fidelia Ista Aldrik gave to me, to read out to you all. Sadly, it is a very long speech! But unlike some people, this is long for a REASON. Ready? Here goes, and remember this is very important!

Death is the great change. It is not, as most think of it, an ending, for our souls are immortal. It is a transition from one state of being to another.

We speak of soul death. 'Death' is not the most accurate term. Souls do not cease to be. Instead they continue on, in an eternity of wandering, of ceaseless torment in the City of Lost Souls. They do not live; they simply exist, ever suffering, ever weary, far from joy or love or light or the other things that brighten our existence.

Who deserves such a fate? None but the worst of the worst, the most vile of murderers and the betrayers of sacred trusts. Who may decide who deserves it? Unot himself has decreed only a council of priests has the wisdom to pass such a judgment.

But in this world there are people, non-priests, not ordained into the sacred sphere of our gods, who have taken it upon themselves to sentence people to such a fate. Innocent people. Good people.

When Firans stoop to such a level they become no better than the Shamibelians.

For the Shamibelians kill souls, too. We all know that. And we know, too, that to a certain extent we must swallow that bitter draught, for that is the tragedy of war, and particularly /this/ war, a war for our freedom and our souls. However, those of us who represent the royalty and the nobility of our clans are more than just Firans. We carry the burden of being symbols of leadership and pride, of our responsibility to the people. When you kill a royal, a whole people mourns. When you murder the soul of a royal, you wound the soul of their people.

It is our responsibility, then, not to let this happen. Not to shrug the bodies of the fallen off as unimportant. And to make sure that every noble -- and particularly every royal -- comes home, one way or another.