Zira Townsend's Journal - a DnD story

by SilverBird5

Zira is an aasimar and Grave Cleric of Kelemvor. After surviving a building fire she joined the church of Kelemvor seeking to understand her new path in life. During her years of training, Zira learned that her near-death experience helps her comfort those whose loved ones have died. But Kelemvor and her Deva, Marat, have other plans for Zira.

2. Chapter 2 - Ches 22 - Afternoon

22nd of Ches - Afternoon

I just woke from the most unimaginable dream! And believe me, I've had some pretty astonishing dreams. Thanks, Marat.

DREAM FROM MARAT

I was on a trading route mission. Oh, I haven't been on a trading route mission in years. I really miss the time my family spent on the road together, traveling between towns and trading the bolts of cloth my mother makes and my father dyes. Envon loves working with our parents and prides himself on his color creations and new dyes. I personally detested the work, but I treasure the time with my family.

Where was I? Yes, my dream!

While on the road we came across a fallen tree… the dream blurs… a petite tabaxi lays fallen next to a wagon, covered in blood, and a crossbow bolt sticks out of his side. The blood is staining his white and black striped fur and the ground beneath him. the dream blurs… The tabaxi is older; a scar creates an empty line of fur across his left arm. He's in the middle of battle and as an attack comes toward his companion, he reaches over with a sword to block it. Saving his companion from the slice of the curved sword. the dream blurs… he's much older and his dark stripes are gray against his even whiter fur. He's in a field. He looks content and complete. the dream blurs… I'm performing The Passing. He lays still, at peace.

I know this dream is from Marat. Not only was it cryptic, but I was also there, present throughout the dream. I could feel the air, smell the blood, smell the sweat of battle… feel the tensions in the air from the fear and heroics.

I shudder and hold back the bile, as I remember these sensations I've never experienced before.

And in this moment I know this is truly the beginning of my story as one of Kelemvor's clerics.

KELEMVOR'S CHARGE TO NOVITIATES

Death is but part of life: fear it not, evade it not, and view it not as evil. To fear death delivers you into the hands of those who can bring death down upon you. Die with dignity, neither raging nor seeking to embrace undeath. Do honor to the dead, for their strivings in life brought Faerun to where it is now, and to forget them is to forget also where we are now—and why.

Z