Praise be to the Guardians of Dia'ruis, their eyes all-seeing and their reach vast. Praise be to the keepers of Balance, standing steadfast beneath skies of eternal dusk and endless dawn. They are the spirits of blessed Life who see into the hearts and souls of mortals and tear asunder what does not please them. Your flesh is a prison, and they will take it from you - do not be afraid of their sweet relief.

T A K A R O S
To the primal wyvern belongs the fury of purpose, the fury of Life
that yearns for purity, and the power that waits to be harnessed for
this cause, unrestrained. The path of the Fury is the path of rage
and flame, turned towards the singular purpose of destruction to burn
away what threatens to corrupt our charge.

K R E E - S A
To the patient spider belongs predatory cunning and merciless lethality.
Her gaze is as vast as the brood she must feed, and her kiss heralds
the promise of death. The path of the Broodmother is one of brutal
efficiency, of laying your trap and biding your time, of culling the
prey before they are even aware of the ongoing hunt.

V O ' A C H A
To the swift serpent belongs the silence of the hunt and the bravery
of the silent predator. He is the darkness beneath the forest's leaves,
the shadow at the corner of your eye, and the gleam of fangs before
inevitable death. The path of the Shadow is the path of walking and
hunting with boldness, of acting with surety against those who would
harm Dia'ruis.

G R I A S H
To the contemplative cougar belongs the peace and balance of the Rhythm,
the serenity found in controlling the emotions that would interfere with
purpose. The path of the Keeper is one of reflection and harnessing the
self, of finding true calm amidst chaos, of having roots strong enough
to withstand the challenges of the world, and knowing how to sway
when harsh winds blow your way.

R H U L V O K
To the battle-scarred bear belongs the tranquility of the Cycle. He
is the watcher in the deep wood, the hand that acts when it must no
matter the blunted claws and broken blades. The path of the Warden is
one of vigilance, of finding tranquility amidst the tumultuousness of
the Rhythm, of acting without the shackles of guilt and doubt for the
sake of Dia'ruis.

S R A H D A
To the three-eyed raven belongs sight that tears through the veil
and gazes beyond into the unfathomable. To her are all paths of past,
present, and future known, and her vision is one that transcends the
boundaries of time. To walk the path of the Seer is to see with the
sight she grants, to act with the knowledge that is present for those
who seek it.

N I V I O S
To the bloodthirsty yul'jaki belongs both unsated bloodlust and the
willpower to control it. He is a teacher of harsh realities, of the
inadequacies of nature that are never able to be surpassed. The path
of the Unslaked is one of strength and will, of being aware of your
own power and remaining a leader untainted by corruption.

F O R N A X
To the fierce basilisk belongs the aggression of territoriality. She
is the queen of queens, covered in violet scales and filled with
unrelenting violence against those who would dare to threaten her domain.
The path of the Sentinel is one of unrestrained action and merciless
wrath should anyone dare to trespass on what is ours.

T A U L R I K
To the enduring haatun belongs the tenacity of the wilds, the
endurance of body and spirit both. He is the walker of many paths,
the one who travels with us to new places. The Wanderer's path is of
finding meaning in all aspects of life, of having the will to change
from purpose to purpose in search of growth and fulfillment.

L O P A I A
To the wily jackal belongs the cleverness of opportunism and the guile
required for survival. Her eyes seek treasure in the wake of death,
for life continues ever onwards, and those who live must keep moving on.
The path of the Scavenger is one of stealth and circumstance, of finding
beginnings where things come to an end.

K ' Y ' L E E ' N N
To the endlessly-sprawling redwood belongs the longevity of life and
the acknowledgment of the hardships that come with it. Hers is the bark
that evolves in layers, the growth of new life upon old wounds.
K'y'lee'nn's path is one of remembrance, of accepting the wounds we all
must bear, some fresh, some old scars, but all a part of life.

Z ' K R E L L
To the moldering myconid belongs the promise of death, the encroachment
of ever-expanding rot and decay. It is the herald of life's end, for all
things must die, and all things must begin anew. The path of the Festering
is of acceptance and acknowledgment, of understanding that the end comes
for all.

A E L W E N
To the graceful doe belongs the swiftness of the prey and the eyes that
watch the conclusion of every hunt. Another herald of death, the path
of the Witness teaches instead of the struggle that leads to the culmination
of every hunt, the promise of death that follows the smallest critter to the
largest of beasts, not one of them going quietly.

A S H E I R A
To the brilliant phoenix belongs the fire of renewal and hope eternal, the
continuity of life and death in an endless cycle. She is the flame that burns
away old growth, and the ash that nourishes the land. The path of the Wildfire
is one of renewal, of beginnings after endings, of the eternal dance of the
Cycle itself: life feeding death and death leading to new life.



Penned by my hand on Closday, the 4th of Arios, in the year 509 MA.