Gyro Zeppeli

We see the struggle of others unfold around us, as they fight for the things important to them. There is a man who fights on behalf of his broken homeland. Another who fights to prevent his kingdom being broken. One man believes in research for the sake of knowledge, and maybe this knowledge will give you the power to fix your mistake. With this power, you may have to do terrible things to many, to save the lives of many more. How could the gods be so cruel? To stand idly by while their followers have everything taken from them. Perhaps if you give them something, then they will give you something in return. Surely there is a reward for faithfully serving the gods of this land. Or perhaps you will be cast aside to fade from memory, a fool who dared to believe in something greater, without ever knowing that your final acts could have changed fate. Man is born from the dark, a soul that is kindled, flickers, dwindles, and dies in the shadow of his gods. The human form is fragile, and death comes quickly. But the spirit is strong, and clings to life like only a mortal can. So in a way, man was not designed to become undead, fear of death is what lets us live. Take that away, and humanity becomes harder to hold onto, without humanity, you could become more hollow than man. Yet an undead who would die for something has nothing to fear, for death simply becomes a stepping stone towards his goal. If you fall down seven times, stand up eight, that's the cry of the undead. Its not a matter of life or death, its about what breaks first. Your will or the barriers in your way. Everyone has their own paths to face. --VaatiVidya