Julia

The Cleric thought about the up and coming cleansing ceremony. He had checked with the scribe in the Milltown temple each day and watched all the roles gradually filled. Entering the temple today, nodded to Shamson and entered the HoL. Pausing outside the magical barriers he has briefly passed through with Elijah he entered the library and checked with the scribe again. The Cleric sighed, the part for Julia had yet to be filled, he wondered what he could do, it had been a long time since the goddess had been seen in the land, many may not have even heard of her!

A fairly recent memory entered the Clerics mind, sitting in the Caer Laleldan castle guarding the throne room he remembered a young bard had entered and sung a wonderful tune, perhaps he could be commissioned to write short piece to honor Julia.

They met in the quiet of the Swashbuckler and the Cleric told him a tale from his distant past relating to the Goddess Julia. Over a couple of ales they chatted late into the evening. The Cleric left the bard in the Swashbuckler with a promise to send him a note when he had completed something. After a very short time the Cleric received a note and this is what was written.

A prayer for Julia:
With radiant warmth and blinding brilliance
Julia caresses the land like Sunrifter's rays
Scattering the shadows at dawn

Unseen by idlers who a-bed laze and waste
Feared by churls who stare boldly and burn
Bright Julia beams inspiration sublime
To those who act true from their heart

By Ehlo Stringfinger.