Zira Townsend's Journal - a DnD story

by slvrbird5

Zira an aasimar and Grave Cleric of Kelemvor expected to devote herself to helping her community grieve the loss of their loved ones. But Kelemvor and her Deva, Marat, have other plans. Undead roam the land and Kelemvorites consider them an abomination to be destroyed. Zira must heed the call. And she'll need companions to help her rid the land of these monstrosities.

2. Ches 22 - Afternoon

Updated 12/19

22nd of Ches - Afternoon

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

DREAM FROM MARAT

I was riding with a caravan on a trade mission.

I haven't traveled a trading route in years, but it brought back some wonderful memories. I miss the time my family spent on the road together when I was younger, traveling between towns and selling bolts of cloth that my mother wove and my father dyed. My brother, Envon loves working with our parents and prides himself on his color creations and new dyes. Personally, I detested the work, but I treasure the time with my family.

Where was I? Yes, my dream!

The steady pace of the caravan comes to a sudden stop. I see a fallen tree across the road… the dream blurs… A short athletic blood covered tabaxi lies fallen next to a wagon, a crossbow bolt sticking out of his side. The blood stains his white and black striped fur and pools on the ground beneath him... the dream blurs… The tabaxi is older; a long scar leaves a bald line through the fur across his left arm. He's in the middle of a pitched battle and as an attack comes toward his companion, he reaches over them and blocks it with his sword... the dream blurs… he's much older and his dark stripes are gray against his even whiter fur. He's sitting in a field of long grass. 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 felt like I was actually there throughout the dream. I could feel the fear and excitement all around me, smell the sweat of battle, and taste the blood in the air.

The sensations were so strong that just remembering them to write this entry my body is trembling and I can taste bile in the back of my mouth.

Reflecting upon my dream, I feel that my true journey as a cleric of Kelemvor is just beginning.

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

Kelemvor's Charge to Novitiates source - wiki/Church_of_Kelemvor